Chapter 23 The River And The Flame
- When I woke, the world was quiet.
- The first thing I saw was the ceiling—woven reeds, sunlight filtering through them like gold threads. The second was the faint sound of water trickling nearby. My body ached, my veins still humming with leftover energy.
- Then a familiar scent cut through the air—cedar, smoke, and something wild. Lucien.