Skylar

I glide into the grand dining hall, my presence a silent whisper against the stone floor. Alaric and Neo sit at the head of the long table, plotting out the day's agendas with their heads bowed close together. As I approach, they straighten, their eyes meeting mine with a mix of concern and respect.

"Morning," I murmur, slipping into my seat between them.

"Good morning, Skyler," Alaric says, his voice carrying the familiar warmth that often eases my mind.

"Did ...