Aslann Pov.

The stench of smoke and unwashed men clung to the night air. My blade was slick with blood, the metallic tang sharp in my throat. I’d tracked her scent through the forest, faint but stubborn, like she was holding on for me.

Petal.

The moment I caught sight of the campfire glow, rage crawled up my spine. They had her. And if they’d touched her

A growl tore from my chest before I even moved.

Two rogues guarded the perimeter, their laughter crude, echoing in the darkness. I ...