**Ethan’s POV
The maps on my desk were beginning to blur together. Mostly, I was thinking about the war efforts—but sometimes about other matters.
Rosalie. The baby. The letter.
I couldn’t think about it. I couldn’t let my mind go there, not at all…
She had made her request of me, and I needed to honor that and live my life the way she wished. Except, how could I be happy without her?
I looked at the maps again, concentrating on the new Xs we’d drawn for the new attacks, trying to come up with a plan. It was late, and most of the others had long gone to bed.
So I was surprised when there was a knock at my door.
At first, I thought perhaps I had imagined it. I looked up, waiting to see if I heard it again. Instead, the door opened just a bit, and Talon stuck his head in.
We hadn’t t
