Chapter 256 Final Hours

• Ava
• It felt strange, and even a bit silly, to be washing like this. Primping myself. Preparing for a party when I was in the middle of a warrior camp.
• The thick canvas tent was surprisingly warm and clean. A wooden tub sat in the middle of the screened-off room, the water hot and soapy. Little tendrils of steam curled up around me as I sank down, breathing in the scent of lavender essential oils and dried herbs.