Chapter 35

Lysandra’s POV

I stared at the fire for far longer than I should have.

The flames had burned low enough that the wood no longer snapped as often, but every so often a pocket of heat still broke through and sent a brief spray of orange light up into the damp air. It should have been calming. In another place, under another set of circumstances, perhaps it would have been.

Here, it only made the sil