Malrik POV

I would have stayed. I wanted to linger in the warm quiet of Dravina’s sleep, to let the morning stretch a little longer around us this was the first morning of the rest of our lives, after all. But Roarke’s call had yanked the world back into motion. There was no time for lingering.

Zebulon was already moving, and if we didn’t move faster, we’d be falling right into his trap. I needed to be at my desk, with my officers, eyes on the map and hands on the plans. There was too ...