Chapter 67Elodie POV

The next morning, the air felt heavier than usual. Mist rolled across the training grounds, curling around the tall iron fences and creeping between the stone pillars like it had a life of its own. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling gnawing at my chest.

Lysa was restless. I could feel her pacing inside me, alert to every shadow, every whisper of wind, every movement that wasn’t meant to be. They are close, she murmured. The ones ...