Willow made her way through the Branch of Strength, deciding to check on what adherents remained here before heading toward her real target. The knot of worry wrapped around her stomach was tighter than ever, but she was very good at ignoring it when there were things she needed to do.
It had been two weeks since the destruction at the Branch of Logic. Two weeks since the world had been turned upside down.
Things had changed so much in what felt like an instant, and now every single member of the Order was looking to her, Alaric, Lysander, and Kit for stability and guidance. That included the three acolytes who'd barely finished telling them in private that they planned on stepping aside before things went to hell, thanks to the man who'd lied to them all.
