The first thing I did when I woke was reach for the journal.
It had remained beside my bed all night, wrapped carefully in the cloth Elder Thorne had provided, and although I knew I should have been sleeping, I had spent most of the night reading and rereading my mother's words.
There were still too many questions.
Why had Lyriana trusted Draven's father?
Why had Malakar wanted me?
And what had my mother been trying to hide from Draven?
I dressed slowly, brushed my hair, and washed my face before carrying the journal downstairs.
Draven was already seated at the breakfast table and he looked up when I entered, and his expression softened.
"You didn't sleep." He said.
"Neither did you." I said.
"I was waiting." He said.
"For me?" I asked as his mouth curved slightly.
"For breakfa
