Chapter 92

• Hunter
• The cold, damp air clung to my skin as I ascended the stone staircase from the dungeon, leaving behind the silent whispers of Aurora’s secrets shared. Aurora’s words lingered in my mind, a delicate move to save her skin and according to her, to help amend the mistakes she made. The cold make the clothes on my body stick to my skin.
• I pushed open the heavy door that led to the throne room, the scent of the old wood greeting me. Jace stood at the center of the room, his eyes meeting mine as I entered. The room was filled with a council gathering – the elders and the finest warriors, their furs strapped on the chest and shoulders a mix of greys and browns, a proof to years of battles fought and won.