“You really do know how to give Solstice presents, Az.” I turned from the wall of windows in my private study at the House of Wind, Velaris awash in the hues of early morning. My spymaster and brother remained on the other side of the sprawling oak desk, the maps and documents he’d presented littering the surface. His expression might as well have been stone. Had been that way from the moment he’d knocked on the double doors to the study just after dawn. As if he’d known that sleep had been futile for me last night after Eris’s not-so-subtle warning about Tamlin and his borders.
