"Your Majesty." Reyna reached them breathless, and Eva's stomach dropped in automatic preparation for the worst blood, breach, another impossible letter sealed in dark wax. Instead Reyna glanced at Eva, hesitated, and lowered her voice. "It's Selene's territory. Word just came through her border patrol intercepted movement matching Damon's colors, moving toward her lands specifically. She needs to speak with you. Alone, and now, before her own Council decides how to respond without your counsel."
"Selene's territory," Alistair repeated, already shifting into the version of himself that belonged to the war instead of the terrace. "How bad?"
"Bad enough that she's asking for you by name, not just the crown."
Eva felt something small and unreasonable twist in her chest not fear for Selene'
