SKYE'S POV
The silence that settled over Nighthaven after the water shifted was different from the heavy, suffocating dread of the valley basin. This was the quiet of a siege that had ended before the first arrow could fly.
From the high windows of the tactical chamber, we could look down toward the temple plaza. The grand, white-stone structure that had dominated the upper ring of the city for three centuries looked frozen in the pale, pre-dawn light. The great fountains that had constantly bubbled with glacial runoff—a display of wealth and purity meant to show the commoners that the gods favored the Elders—had sputtered to a muddy halt. The marble basins lay empty, gray and slick with river-silt.
"They are already starting to scramble," Kael said, his boots clicking softly on the fla
