The month after Cordelia's imprisonment was strange for everyone.
Strange because there were no emergencies. No facilities to raid. No enemies to fight. No urgent meetings in the middle of the night. For the first time in years, Haven was at peace.
Sasha didn't know what to do with herself.
She woke early each morning, expecting alarms. She walked the borders, expecting attacks. She sat in her office, expecting reports that never came.
"You need to relax," Rhys said one evening, finding her pacing the main hall.
"I don't know how."
"You're going to have to learn. The war is over."
"The war is never over." Sasha stopped pacing. "There's always something."
"Not right now. Right now, there's nothing. Just us. Just Haven. Just peace."
Sasha looked at him. "What do people do during pea
