That night, Kael found me in our quarters, staring at maps.
"You're supposed to be resting."
"I'm sitting. That's practically resting."
"You're strategizing. That's the opposite of resting."
He moved behind me, hands on my shoulders, kneading the tension.
"Talk to me."
"About what?"
"About whatever's making you look at those maps like they personally offended you."
I sighed.
"I'm trying to figure out where they'll attack from. The high priestesses. Where would I attack if I wanted to steal a pregnant Luna?"
"You'd wait until she was in labor. At her most vulnerable."
"Exactly. Which means they'll strike during or right after the birth." I traced routes on the map.
"The question is—do they hit the medical facility directly? Or do they try to evacuate me first, then attack du
