Amelia Pov

Night had wrapped itself over the Summit like a funeral veil.

It was quiet, almost like it was holding its breath for what's coming.

My room was dim. I stood over my bed where my bag lay open, every item I needed already stuffed in.

I had to be prepared, there was no time to take chances.

My fingers worked with methodical precision, but my pulse betrayed me, pounding in my ears like war drums.

I placed the dagger in next, slipping it into the inner lining of the bag so it ...