Petal

My stomach twisted as the sounds of people wailing grew stronger and louder. It was nothing like the trainings or drills we did in woods…this was real.

I stumbled into the council room, my pulse hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. The maps we’d drawn up were still laid across the oak table, but what good were lines and ink when Aslaan’s brothers were already inside our walls?

He was there, standing rigid at the head of the table. His eyes weren’t even on the ...