Consent

Lysandra’s POV

The cold night air bit into my skin as we left Darius’s quarters. The moment we stepped back into Varek’s private tent, the oppressive reality of what we had witnessed settled over me. It felt like a suffocating blanket pressing down on my lungs. Varek moved past me. He dismissed the guards flanking the entrance with a flick of his fingers. He treated the elite soldiers like bother