Brandon's POV
Morning had not even started yet, but I was already standing on the balcony of the war room, staring hard out at the Blue Moon borders. My head was pounding with so many thoughts and calculative moves.
I just wanted to figure out who ruined our plans...
Behind me, the room was a mess of maps and hakd-empty cups. Zachary was pacing the floor with his hand in his pants pocket while Grayson was leaning against the table, his eyes fixed on a report from our scouts.
“Anything?” I asked, not turning around.
“Nothing solid,” Grayson sighed. “Just the information reaching around that the fire moved too fast and that it was definitely magical. It's like whoever did it just dissolved into thin air like that.”
“It's a messs, Brandon,” Zachary added, stopping his pacing. “The co
