Emily's POV
Rollins shut the door of the chamber and leaned his back against it.
I was standing at the window. The courtyard below was not yet quieted down. The pack was moving with the concentrated, strictly disciplined energy of individuals who had been shaken and were turning the shake into action. Additional guards on the wall. The patrol captain is being given new orders. Liam was arranging the inner gate rotation with the silent efficiency of a man who had been waiting to do it, and who had a plan in mind.
Good. Let them work. Let the keep move.
I was not moving.
I had stood at this window since we returned from the southern gate. I knew that I had been standing longer than was convenient, and I could not appear to get off.
The First Power recognizes its maker.
