The tension in the Keep had been building for weeks.
Not the bad kind—not the blood moon kind, not the Valentine kind. The other kind. The kind that came from training too hard, sleeping too little, and spending every waking hour with the same four people. They were a team. They trusted each other. But trust didn't stop annoyance.
Cora was annoyed because Derek's ghosts kept drifting into her room at night. Derek was annoyed because Sera's cat kept staring at him. Sera was annoyed because Mason left his gauntlets everywhere. Mason was annoyed because Cora never put her sword back on the rack.
Lucian was annoyed because everyone kept asking him to mediate.
Something had to give.
It started with a comment.
The Silver Falcons had returned from a mission—a successful one, by all accounts. Dorian had led his team through a revenant nest with zero casualties. The Council had praised them. The rumor mill had crowned them "the team to watch."
