Lincoln's POV
The next day, the castle was colder than normal. The great hall, which was the site of last night's arguments that had almost driven us apart, was so quiet. Tiny specks of dust swirled in the light beam of light, coming from the window.
I sat by myself at the table, the very one we had shared when Chris's secret had shattered us. My fingers lay on the wooden top, tracing aimless patterns into the grooves of the oak. I had not slept. All I could do was think of the prophecy and the shadows it cast over our future.
The heavy doors groaned open. Ayaana enter the doorway, her dark hair loose about her shoulders. She was weary-looking, but there was the same fiery determination burning in her eyes, as always.
"You're up early," I said softly.
She smiled faintly, though it di
