The world shifted around me again - that strange pull in my chest, a cold sweep of wind as if the memory I was standing in was changing. When the light settled once again, and the world came to a stop, I was no longer sitting in Varion’s office. I stood at the corner of the dining room, though it didn’t look the way it did now. The walls were all bare, the great table scattered with maps and letters as if it were yet another office, and the air was thick with tension — the kind that clings to skin like smoke before a storm.
Varion sat at the head of the table, leaning forward, his hands clasped so tightly that the veins in his forearms stood out. Across from him stood two men — both tall, broad-shouldered, their faces familiar in a way that made my stomach twist.
Orik.
And his brother,
