The next day dawned heavy in Rayder's house, as if the walls knew something was about to crumble. The gamma woke before the sun, as he'd been doing since Luara left, not out of discipline, but because sleep had become hostile territory, populated by memories he couldn't control. His side of the bed remained cold, untouched, and that enraged him more than any external challenge. He got up abruptly, body tense, jaw locked, and walked through the corridors like a predator without prey, ...