Chapter 130 - The Raven's Gambit, A United Front

The morning light filtering through the chamber windows did little to warm the chill that had settled in my bones since learning of Silas Blackwood's presence in Lockwood. I paced the length of our private sitting room, unable to quell the restless energy humming through my veins.

"You'll wear a path in that carpet," Alaric remarked from his armchair. Though still paler than normal, he looked stronger today, his posture more rigid, more like the Duke I had first met.

I paused mid-stride. "I can't help it. Every moment we wait feels like we're giving him time to strengthen his position."

"And every moment I rest is another fraction of my strength restored," Alaric countered, his voice firm but gentle. "We can't afford to face him when I'm weak."

I sank into the chair opposite him, frustration twisting inside me. "I know. I just hate feeling so... reactive."

"We're not merely reacting," Alaric said, leaning forward slightly. "We're preparing."