Chapter 82 Echoes Of Betrayal

• Ava’s POV
• The quiet of the aftermath was intolerable. My own ragged gasps could be heard, a fresh cut across my cheek stung, and the weight of the conflict that had just started to sink in. Our lives had barely escaped. Every darkness seemed to warn of the danger that had almost totally swallowed us; the air smelled of blood and perspiration.
• Exhausted, I sat against a tree trying to regain my breath. My body shook. Others were regrouping around me. While some were ministering to injuries, others watched the periphery warily. Any minute the enemy may attack once again. Now with us, trust was a delicate thing.