Lucien POV

The sky was still dark when I opened my eyes. I hadn’t slept. None of us had. Ivy sat beside the cold fire with the pendant in her hand, staring at it like she was afraid it would disappear if she blinked. Mara prayed quietly. Dante checked his blades for the tenth time. Matteo watched the shadows around the ruins with his hand on his gun.

We didn’t need sunlight to move. We needed time, and we were running out of it.

“Get ready,” I said, standing and brushing the dirt ...