A soft knock sounded on Haven’s door just as she finished tying up her silver hair into a ponytail. The first morning light seeped in through the slightly opened curtains, sending golden slashes across her chamber. She had spent the previous night, tossing and turning on her bed as she waited for dusk to arrive. Her mind had been occupied by so many thoughts, most of them from her conversion with Dayna.

Was Aria really in danger?

How many more people knew about the truth?

How long could she ...