~Caleb~
Elara's still stuck in my head. Every turmoil swirling around inside just keeps getting louder every time I picture her up on that balcony. Deciding to stick with Marx. Ugh.
I pressed my hand against the window, trying to soak up some of that chill, hoping it'd quiet the ache in my chest. The Blood Moon's gone, but the fallout's still hitting everything with this brutal, laser focus. My phone vibrated for the fifth time in as many minutes—Elder Thorne, no doubt, demanding my presence at the emergency Council session I was deliberately avoiding.
"If you keep ignoring them, they're going to show up here with torches and pitchforks," Lyra said from the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. "Metaphorically speaking. Though with Thorne, literal pitchforks aren't entirely out of the q
