Raven's POV
"Have a seat, Raven," Elder Fabian said, his voice as dry as old parchment.
I didn't like the way they were all staring at me. I walked over to the corner, dumped my new library books in a pile, and sat down in the small space beside Darian. The tension in the room was so thick I felt like I could reach out and snap it.
Elder Fabian looked between the three of us, his expression calm. "How have you all been?"
Valen let out a low, irritated grunt that served as his response. Darian, ever the diplomat, gave a polite nod. "Good, Elder. We are adjusting."
I didn't bother to answer. I just wanted them to get to the point. Why were they sitting in our lounge looking like they were about to tell us some bad news?
Elder Matilda, whose blind-looking eyes still unnerved me, turned
