Chapter 92

Viona POV

The first thing I felt was the wind.

It brushed against my skin in a soft, fleeting kiss, cool and gentle like a whisper of dawn. I stirred, my lashes fluttering open as pale light filtered through the canopy of leaves above. For a fleeting moment, I thought I was still dreaming. The world was hushed except for the steady rustle of branches, the distant trickle of water, and the rhythmic cadence of my own breath.

Then I noticed the chill.

My arms folded reflexively ...