ZEUS

The Haven never sleeps, but tonight, it breathes differently.

Still.

Watching.

Waiting.

I stand alone at the edge of the training yard, where the moonlight carves long shadows along the stone walls. It’s nearly midnight. The sky is bruised purple, the kind of sky that hangs before storms, untrustworthy. My favorite kind.

The wind brushes against my jacket, carrying with it the scent of wet earth, iron, and just a trace of something scorched. Fire. Always fire. Like the world knows what I’m planning.

I told Adira to convince her father.

I doubt she will.

But it’s very much worth the try.. Her ambition is raw enough to taste,...