9
When Dane lifted his forehead from the table in the Great Hall, he realized he was surrounded by women. Willa held a cool, damp cloth in her hand, ready to apply it to his face. Raven’s hand was on his shoulder, her expression concerned. Sofia, Gabrielle, and Kiera stood next to the table, relief replacing worried frowns. Next to him, Soren sipped tea, her eyes on her cup.
He cursed low and foul, ignoring Willa’s disapproving scowl. “Where is Rhys? Darius?”
Raven swept his hair away from his face and peered into his eyes. They were grey. Often, the irises of the Roanoaks changed when they wielded their power. “On the battlements with a spyglass. They thought to locate the others if they could see the lightning. How do you feel?”
“I’m fine,” he lied. Knowing, should he try to rise, hi
