Chapter 26 The Edge Of War

• From Arias’s perspective – rising storms and silent resolve
• The city was still dark when I left her room.
• Her hand had relaxed in mine sometime before dawn, her breathing deep and even, tangled in the warm cocoon of her blankets. I stood there longer than I needed to, just watching her sleep like a fucking lunatic—because peace on her face wasn’t something I could take for granted. Not when I knew how rare it had been in her life.