Chapter 68 The Hidden Truth

• Lucia’s POV
• The forest at night was a living, breathing organism, its blackness wrapping around me like a frigid embrace. The fire crackled softly in the center of our modest camp, casting flickering shadows across the area. I kept my distance from the others, my eyes never wandering far from Kieran. He was a danger—a threat that walked among us with much too much confidence.
• The night was silent, but my thoughts were anything but. Every glimmer of the fire seemed to trigger another memory, another doubt. I was here, standing among folks who were intended to be allies, but it felt like I was dancing on the edge of a blade.