The morning of the Solstice dawned clear and cold. The sky was a hard, brilliant blue, the snow blindingly white. It was a perfect day for a war.
Guilermo was already up when I came downstairs. He was in the warien room, a converted library on the ground floor
He looked up when I entered. His face was grim, but when he saw me, it softened.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning," I replied, my voice sounding distant to my own ears.
I walked over to the map spread out on the table. It was a blueprint of the Coven House, marked with red Xs and green arrows.
"The plan is set," Marco said, pointing to the service entrance. "Team Alpha takes the perimeter. Team Beta breaches the Archives. We create a diversion at the main gate to draw Sibal’s personal guard."
"And us?" I asked, looking at Guilermo
