HELDAEverywhere feels different after violence.

The air feels different.

I can sense it all the way from the top floor. Tension threads through the walls like cracks on a shell.

Redmoon looks polished and disciplined.

But underneath.

Something is shifting.

Standing by the window with Halle in my arms, I watch the clearing below. Guards move in tighter rotations. The move in pairs instead of singles. Heads turn more often now, compared to when we first came here.

This is what fear does.

Fear ...