Chapter 68Elodie POV

The morning air was sharp, biting at my skin as I stepped onto the training field. Mist clung low to the ground, curling around the stone pillars and iron fences like ghosts. I could feel Lysa’s energy thrumming inside me, restless, alert.

They’re coming, she whispered. The ones who hunt prophecy children. They know you’ve been spotted.

I didn’t flinch. I had learned not to. Fear was a tool for survival, yes, but panic was useless. Every sense I had was on high ...