Chapter 290 Reunion

• Amval
• I punch the burlap sack, trying to maneuver it into something comfortable. Grain crunches under my fist, but when I lay my head back down, it feels exactly the same. Morning reached the cave hours ago, but I barely slept last night. Every time I managed to pass out, I had the same dream—Kaloni, standing over me with Yalim’s sword. Every time, I woke up just before I either escaped or her blow landed true.
• And this burlap bed isn’t exactly helping me to rest.