Chapter 75

• ALYSSA'S POV
• The war haunted her even in her sleep; flashes of bloodied walls, the cries of the fallen, and the flint of Raegan's poisoned knife sinking into her. Each memory struck like a hammer against her skull, and she jerked awake gasping for breath,
• The room was dark, save for the flickering glow of the countless candles. Their flames wavered, casting restless shadows against the wall. Her nose caught the scent of herbs- sharp, and unfamiliar, hung thick in the air.