Chapter 45 The Dying Of The Light
- (Siena’s POV)
- The pain starts subtly—a dull ache in my chest that pulses with each beat of my heart.
- I ignore it at first, attributing it to exhaustion after the grueling trials. But as the day drags on, the ache grows, sharp and insistent, clawing at me from the inside. By the time evening falls, it’s unbearable.