Hostile Homecoming

Valentin’s POV

Today was the summit.

The very same summit Wyatt had reminded me about last week, as if it weren’t already burned into my calendar, etched into my memory, and tattooed somewhere on my internal organs. I’d forgotten about it anyway, because apparently getting married has a way of making you stupid. Or maybe it was the jet lag. Or the nightmares that had become more frequent than usua