/-Draven-/

The celebration feast that night should have been joyous.

We'd been cleared by the High Council. The Shadow Council's conspiracy had been exposed. Our bonds were recognized as genuine. Everything we'd fought for had been validated.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Zara was quieter than usual, picking at her food, her honey-brown eyes distant. Through the bond, I could feel her turmoil—a mix of relief and dread that didn't make sense given our ...