“Tavin,” Bennett said as he entered the room. “Chalea needs you outside.”

Tavin sat up next to Valina’s bed, where she lay soundly asleep. Two days had passed, and she had been in and out of sleep since their fateful battle. A tray of half-eaten food sat nearby on the nightstand, in one of the only intact rooms still remaining in The Scattered Flower. Somehow, the building still stood, though nearly all of the rooms that faced the square were uninhabitable. Tavin stood, every ...