SEAN
I sighed, dragging myself up the stairs. It was barely eleven in the morning, but I was already exhausted - and Gavin as well. We'd just returned from the palace, where we had gone to brief Orion on the whole 'Caroline situation', as we'd taken to calling it. Needless to say, he hadn't taken it well at all: who, after all, would have taken well the news that his own granddaughter, his designated heir, was off to kill the demon her father had basically sold her to?
It had taken hours - hours - to convince him not to send every single soldier at his disposal (and there were thousands) to burn the Night Shades and Malcolm to the ground. Only Gavin's father, the commander of his armies, had managed to convince him, explaining that Caroline's plan was indeed the only one that had a chan
