When the gray light in front of the door slipped inside, Elara thought for the first time that morning was not something comforting. Dawn usually meant the night was over. But this morning was announcing that everything hidden through the night would become visible.
The scent of Blackthorn was sharper through the wind. The blue order of Lucien's border was still beating beneath the stones like a heartbeat. Far away, the metallic hum of the World Government had begun to drown out the natural sounds of the forest. All three sides were coming. And this time, Elara did not look for a direction to run.
