30Sleep was harder than usual for Treyan that night.
He finally had a plan and it made him restless. He remained awake, staring at the ceiling, and often found himself thinking of Alex. Was she, too, lying awake? Was she thinking of him as he thought of her?
He was aware nothing he could do or say would make anything better, so he gave her the space she needed, and left her alone.
Even as he knew it would eat him from the inside out.
But this plan—he would need to speak to the Councillor about it as soon as the suns began to rise, and once their light shone over the horizon, he rolled out of bed and began dressing for the day.
He knew this would work, he convinced himself. He also knew there would be objections, but they had to trust him.
He was tying his boots when a knock came to t
