I woke up from a nap that solved nothing and made everything worse. Emotional hangover, psychic hangover, and twin-related hangover. A triple combo. My head felt too full. My chest felt too tight. The world outside my room sounded too loud.
Addy had slipped out at some point, leaving a note on my dresser that said, “If the twins annoy you again, throw things.”
Valid advice.
I washed my face, pulled my hair into a messy bun that could scare small children, and made my way downstairs. The packhouse buzzed with tension, whispers, footsteps. Warriors moving. Healers checking supplies. Somewhere in the distance, Theo barking orders.
It smelled like everyone was preparing for something none of us could describe yet.
Sophie spotted me first. She moved across the hallway quickly, eyes too foc
