The bunker vibrated with the kind of intensity that precedes life-altering events. Warriors moved with purpose, checking weapons, reviewing maps, and speaking in hushed, urgent tones. I stood at the entrance of the main preparation room, watching as Kaelen directed his men with calm authority, his voice steady even as he outlined the dangers they would face tonight.
My hand rested protectively over my belly, as if I could somehow shield Rhys from what was coming. From what his great-uncle wanted to do to him. The thought still made bile rise in my throat.
"You're doing that thing again," Lyra said, appearing beside me. "That thing where you look like you're about to charge into battle yourself."
I sighed, turning to my sister. "Can you blame me? Everyone I love is about to walk into a death trap."
"Not everyone," she corrected, looping her arm through mine. "I'm staying right here with you, unfortunately."
