Elara's pov
I didn't sleep that night.
I lay beside Dorian in the dark, listening to the too-careful rhythm of his breathing that told me he wasn't sleeping either, and I stared at the ceiling beams until the first grey light of morning crept through the shutters. Somewhere down the hall, I could hear Selene turning restlessly in her bed, and beyond her wall, Lyra's steady, untroubled breathing still too young, perhaps, for the thread to have shown her anything at all. I found myself grateful for that. Grateful that at least one of my daughters could still sleep like a child.
"We need to tell the council," I said finally, when the silence became unbearable.
Dorian's hand found mine beneath the blankets. "We need more than that. We need to know what we're facing before we go frightenin
