Nevara
Drake was still admiring his new comm unit like Kael had handed him the world’s greatest treasure when the mood in the library shifted again.
This time softer.
Warmer.
The library doors swung open and Elena stepped inside looking mildly frazzled while Noah and Jonas barreled in ahead of her like tiny furry tornadoes fueled entirely by chaos and poor impulse control.
“I’m so sorry,” Elena said immediately while trying and failing to keep up with them. “It’s getting close to dinner and the boys insisted they needed to find you right now.”
“Oh.” I blinked in surprise before glancing toward one of the tall windows. “It’s dinner time already?”
Honestly the entire evening had started blurring together at this point.
Apparently emotional breakdowns and prophecy investigations consu
