Chapter 101 Control

• Naomi couldn't sleep. She turned once on the firm mattress and then twice before she tossed the sheets off of her body.
• The weather was cold but her skin was sweaty and clammy. The events of the day still bothered her even though she had spent the rest of it teasing Azriel with Daegal and watching how the blacksmiths fashioned fresh weapons and armor.
• Remorse wasn't the problem. No, Naomi didn't feel any guilt or sorrow over the enemy soldiers she had killed. She had come to realize that in this world, it was kill or be killed and for her loved ones, she would do anything for them.