Lena's POV
I had decided, with the particular resolution that comes when a decision has finally become more expensive to delay than to make, that I would tell Damien that evening.
Not about the pregnancy. That was already told. About the note. About Aldric. About the full architecture of what I had been building in my notebook over the past days, the connections I had drawn and the gaps I had not yet filled and the shape of the threat that was assembling itself around the two of us in ways that he needed to understand from me rather than from someone else's version of it.
I had told him the most personal thing. I could tell him the rest.
I spent the afternoon in the small library off the east corridor, which had become my working space by virtue of being slightly removed from the main
