AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW

Silence swallowed the infirmary.

Not the calm kind.

The kind that comes after something breaks beyond repair.

The healer’s body lay crumpled on the floor, blood spreading slowly beneath her neck. The metallic scent filled the air, thick and choking. No one moved. No one breathed too loudly.

Kayla stood frozen at the center of the room.

Her hands were trembling. Blood stained her lips. She could still feel it, heat rushing through her veins, strength humming under her ...