ARIA POINT OF VIEW

Night had fallen again.

I no longer measured time by sun or moon, but by absence.

By how many hours had passed since the news broke. Since the courtyard filled with grief. Since Thorne’s blood-stained cloak had been laid before us like proof I refused to accept.

Shadowfang had changed in a single night.

The halls were quieter now, not peaceful, but heavy. Guards spoke in hushed tones. Servants moved carefully, as if loud footsteps might shatter what little composure ...