The sun was just up when Thomas felt a chill, not from the cold but a wave of worry that today was off to a rocky start.
As he cut into a piece of sausage, his gaze shifted to Eliza. He had not seen her come in. Eliza was sitting by herself, stiff and giving off serious warning vibes.
Should we talk to her Night? Thomas asked, unsure.
Night’s eyes narrowed. Something’s off about her today. He replied, his tone tinged with concern and curiosity. What have you done this time to ruffle her feathers?
Thomas felt his chest tighten. D*amned if I know. He barked back at Night, a surge of frustration coursing through his mind. I haven’t laid eyes on her since last night. You understand that the waters between us were as calm as I do.
As Thomas weighed his options, Gabriel’s sudden mind-link
