SUMMER
Elara was in the sitting room when I got home, a cup of tea in her hands and the particular expression of a mother who had spent the day managing something she wasn't fully discussing.
"Summer." She smiled, but there was a note of tiredness underneath it. "How was school?"
"Good," I said, which was becoming my default answer for days that were anything but. "Is Maddox okay? He wasn't in class."
Elara's smile dimmed slightly. "He wasn't feeling well. He's been in bed most of the day." She set her tea down. "Actually — would you mind bringing him the notes from what he missed? I'd send one of the boys, but Logan has practice and Rhett is —" She waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the east tower. "Rhett."
"Of course," I said.
"His room is on the second floor, west wing. Thir
