"She was not asleep last night," Valerian explains bitterly, his knuckles turning white as he clenches them harder into fists. An angry quiver trails down his wings, just great enough that I can see it shake through each individual feather, like a breeze rustling through the leaves of a tree. Gulping, I turn my head away.
I have never seen him try to restrain his rage so hard in my life.
"She asked me to help her gain full control of your body. For a brief moment, she had become aware, and wanted me to 'flip the switch'. She wanted Elowyn gone- completely. I refused her."
In that moment, my whole body seems to clam up from the cold.