Damien stood outside Ivy’s door for a long moment before he lifted his hand and knocked.

The sound was firm, steady.

Inside the room, Ivy froze.

Luna and Liam were beside her on the bed. Luna was playing with the edge of Ivy’s sleeve, quiet and thoughtful. Liam was on his knees, bouncing slightly, restless as always.

Ivy closed her eyes.

She already knew why Damien was here.

“Ivy,” Damien called through the door. His voice was low, controlled. “The council is waiting.”

Silence ...