Dull Impacts

Lysandra’s POV

The urgent shout from the guard outside hung in the thick air between us. Novaria’s defensive line had broken. The undead were pouring through.

Varek did not flinch. His dark eyes locked onto mine, shedding the lingering trace of that bloodthirsty smirk. The atmosphere inside the canvas walls shifted instantly, growing heavy and suffocating.

"You will stay right here," Varek comm