I arrived in the capital just as the sky began to pale. The city was hushed, almost holding its breath before the storm to come. I descended silently and stepped out of space a short distance from the envoy's tower.
Knight was already waiting for me, leaning against the base of the tower like he had been there all night. His arms were crossed, tail flicking lazily behind him, but the sharpness in his eyes told me he hadn't relaxed for a second.
"You're early," Knight said without turning.
"So are you," I replied as I walked up beside him. "Any movement?"
"None." Knight tilted his head toward the tower. "He's been meditating for the last hour. Trying to calm himself, probably. He's more nervous than he's pretending."
I raised an eyebrow. "Nervous about the war or about Lana?"
"Both," Knight said. "But mostly Lana."
He pushed off the wall and faced me fully.
"He contacted her twice during the night."
I folded my arms. "And?"
Knight gave a small humorless laugh.
