“Elara.” Tyler’s voice came gently, careful like he was approaching a wild animal that might bolt. He leaned against the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his hair a mess like he’d been dragging his hands through it for hours. “Alaric and I are still searching for more information. Anything that might help us understand what the Shadow Queen is planning.”
I didn’t look at him. My eyes stayed on Sage’s still hand, limp in mine. “I don’t need more information.”
There was a pause. I could feel his eyes on me. “What?”
“I’m fine.” My voice cracked on the word, betraying me. I pulled in a shaky breath, tried again. “There’s no point.”
That got him. “No point?” His tone sharpened, disbelief edging into it.
Before I could answer, the door creaked open, and Alaric stepped inside. He looked like h
