Every night, I sat beside Jugs’ glass case in silence. I couldn’t even bring myself to speak to him anymore, to hope that he could hear me, wherever his mind was. I only had terrible things to say. I had nothing good to tell him. Our plan to offer refuge to the humans had failed. My brother was gone. Gryf was gone. Lilimar seemed no closer to finding a cure than she had been over twenty damned years ago.
