The morning after the council briefing Selene woke up before the mountain.
This was not unusual. What was unusual was that she lay in the dark for a full ten minutes after waking and did not reach for her notebook. She lay on her back with her hands flat on the blanket and looked at the ceiling and thought about three weeks and what it meant to walk into a room with Cain Voss knowing what she now knew and what he did not yet know she knew.
She thought about the word Mara had used.
Bloodweaver.
She had been carrying it since the night Mara had first said it, turning it over in her mind the way you turned over a stone to see what lived underneath it. She had looked it up in the archive room the day after, found two references in the oldest volumes, both of them frustratingly brief. One d
