CONFESSION TO FINNThe air outside the tent was crisp, but it didn't help the fog in my head. My body still felt heavy, like my limbs were made of lead after what happened with Demetrius. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the terrifying rhythm of his heart failing under my palms.

I found Finn by the edge of the camp, near the old stone well. He was sharpening his sword, the rhythmic shink-shink of metal against stone the only sound in the quiet morning. He looked up when I ...