Sunset arrived too slowly.
The entire compound felt suspended in breathless anticipation, like prey waiting for the snap of a trap.
Selene stood alone in her chamber, staring at the horizon through the narrow stone window. The sky burned gold and crimson, bleeding into deep violet as the sun sank lower. Beautiful.
Threatening.
This was how revolutions began—not with screams, but with silence so heavy it pressed against the lungs.
Behind her, the children were restless.
Kai paced.
Rowan watched the courtyard from the opposite window, tracking movements, counting faces.
Lyra sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, her small brow furrowed in concentration.
"They're gathering," Rowan said quietly.
"I know," Selene replied.
Her pulse was steady.
Too steady.
Fear would have been easier. Fear would have justified hesitation. But she felt something else instead.
Resolve.
A knock sounded at the door.
Silas entered without waiting for permission.
