~Alora~

It started over breakfast.

Not the argument itself — that came later, in the study, with the door closed and both of us standing on opposite sides of the desk like it was a boundary neither of us had consciously drawn. But the thing that caused the argument started at the breakfast table when I mentioned, in the middle of a conversation about the eastern border repairs, that I had spoken with Bram the previous afternoon.

Bram. The eldest of the four surrendered Nightshade ...