Sera's POV
The night before the battle was the longest of my life.
I stood at the window of our quarters, staring out at the mountains where the Arbiters would come at dawn. The moon was full, casting silver light across the snow-capped peaks, painting the world in shades of white and shadow. Beautiful. Peaceful. A lie.
Behind me, I heard Draven moving through the room—the soft pad of his feet, the rustle of fabric, the clink of weapons being checked and rechecked. He'd been at it for hours, preparing, planning, making sure everything was perfect.
Neither of us had slept.
"Sera." His voice came from just behind me, and then his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his warmth. "You should rest."
"So should you."
"I can't." He pressed his lips to my hair, a soft kiss that
