QUENNOR’S POV
“Nyqxee!" I roar, the sound ripping from my throat like thunder cracking the night sky.
She flinches, her body recoiling as if struck. Regret slams into me instantly. My breath catches. I reach out and gently wrap a hand around her arm, needing to feel that she’s real, safe but she flinches again, more subtle this time, and it shatters me.
Before I can say anything, the door bursts open.
“Rogues have attacked the border!”
Glaive bursts into the war room, voice cracking under pressure, his breath ragged and shallow. He’s drenched in sweat, blood smeared across his cheek and collar. His clothes are torn, hands shaking. But it’s his eyes that silence the room.
They’re wide, haunted.
Terror.
“They came in large numbers,” he continues, stumbling over his own words. “Too ma
