Chapter 149

Kellan's POV

I remember the exact moment it happened. Death is not what the living imagine. It's not quiet, not merciful. It was fire in my chest, blood filling my throat, the world narrowing into a tunnel that swallowed me whole.

I should have crossed, followed my people, my family, all those who had fallen. Instead, I lingered, chained by the bitterness, resentment and guilt rotting inside me.