There was a lot of stillness in the council tent. Shadows danced on the canvas walls as torches burned low.

It was Maya who spoke first. "Matilda, he's not the same."

I looked her in the eye. "He remains Michael."

Edwin stated bluntly, "Half of him is." "The other half wants us dead." "Enough," I murmured. "You are not allowed to discuss him in that manner." Edwin bent over. "You witnessed what took place. He nearly tore the camp apart.

"He restrained himself."

"Barely."

Maya let out a sigh. ...