he sun hadn't even cleared the horizon when the door to Kael's war chamber slammed open so hard one of the guards flinched.
"ISKA," Kael growled, rising from the table. "Do you have a death wish or are you just being dramatic again?"
She was out of breath.
Hair wind-tossed.
Eyes lit like someone had handed her a match and dared her to burn history down.
"Oh, you're gonna want to sit for this," she said, yanking a canvas satchel off her shoulder and tossing it onto the stone table. "Actually, no. Stand. It's better when you're on your feet for what I'm about to say."
Vireya leaned forward, arms folded on the table. "What did you do?"
"Not what I did. What Grams did," Iska snapped, pulling out the first scroll. "She's older than the council's memory. Wasn't supposed to be left breathi
