Moments later,

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The house was quiet. Fenris was asleep. Drako was in his room, surrounded by treasures - shiny rocks, broken watches, a dagger he’d found in a gutter. Aria checked on them both. She closed their doors. She walked to the third room.

Lycian was awake.

He sat on the edge of his bed, reading. A book of old maps. Territories that didn’t exist anymore. Kingdoms that had fallen. He was about six, and he read like a scholar.

“Lights out,” she said.

“Five more minutes.”

“Now.”

He set the book down. He looked at her.

She stopped.

She’d seen those eyes before. In a photograph. In a...