Skylar

I straighten my spine, drawing in a steadying breath that fills my lungs with the scent of charred earth and determination. "Really, I'm fine," I insist, the words sounding more hollow than I intend. A flicker of concern crosses Neo's face, but he doesn't press further. His trust in me is as unwavering as the stone walls of the Blood Court, and for that, I am endlessly grateful.

"Focus on what we need to do," I tell him, forcing clarity into my voice. I can't afford the ...