Chapter 32

Lysandra’s POV

“What is going on?” I asked.

The question came out sharper than I intended, but no one in the cave looked surprised by it. The air had gone too tight for politeness. Between the ward spread over the cavern, the wounded stranger bleeding onto fresh blankets, and the repeated mention of Rydel soldiers outside, there was no room left for anything soft.

Tarn glanced at me only briefly a