Chapter 225

• Orian's pov
• I lay on the grass with a pained sigh as a mild ache spread throughout the unhealed wounds on my back, years of unhealed wounds and scars.
• My arms were tucked behind my head, and I looked up at the skies, squinting at the rays that filtered through my lashes. I felt super grateful for the stop we had to make before the final lap of the journey and laying here on the grass a bit far away from the troop was a means of distraction from how Amara had betrayed me.