I woke up to the faint glow of dawn seeping through my window, the first chill of morning settling over the castle like a quiet warning. Another day closer to Rebmevon. I could feel the pull of the mission I hadn't told anyone about, not even Aurora—not that it stopped her from catching on that something was up. She always could read me like an open book.
Stretching, I felt the weight of my decision press against my chest. It wasn't like I wanted to hide it from her, but I'd made the mistake once of telling her before a mission, besides Moros gave strict orders not to. This time, it was a clean break, no promises of "I'll come back." I couldn't risk it, not with what I had planned.
