Chapter 36 The War Kiss

• That night, the campfire's dim orange glow was the only source of light in the lonely ruins. Beneath the old Crimson hall's decaying arches, most of the rebels were fast asleep, their breaths rhythmically steady. Evana sharpened her blade while sitting by herself on the edge of a stone ledge.
• The only sound, until she felt it, was the scrape of steel against stone.
• That change in the atmosphere. The ripple of blood magic, warm and subtle.