Chapter 100

Zane

The courtyard gravel is uneven under my boots, but the fae guards don’t notice. They are too busy sweating, stumbling, trying to match my rhythm. Six recruits, barely of age, puffing through their drills like it’s their first day of life.

It kind of is.

Because out here? This isn’t school. This is survival. This is learning how to kill without losing yourself. Or worse, which is learning how