The next morning came too quickly, after a fruitless night of visions. No matter how I searched, I could find no hints of Victor beyond our fateful encounter at the Verdant Grove. It was as if he simply appeared there.
I awoke to Luxxa shaking me awake, already dressed in her armor, her sword in its sheathe at her side. I yawned and sat up, blinking groggily. Gray light filtered through the curtains drawn against the balcony.
"Morning already?" I asked, stifling another yawn.
She patted my hand. "'Fraid so. There's only a few hours before the council convenes to vote."
"Is Fyren here? I can almost feel his--"
"I'm here," the demon rumbled, startling me.
I looked around with wide eyes, hurriedly fixing my dress. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, a grim look in his eye.
"He wouldn't leave," Luxxa said with an apologetic shrug.
