Chapter 182 Ominous Signs

• I woke to the sound of wings. Too many of them. Crows gathering on the walls at dawn, black bodies lined up like omens.
• "They've been there for an hour," Darius said from the window. He hadn't slept. I could feel it through the bond. "Just watching."
• "Crows don't gather like that unless something's dying." I pushed myself up, ignoring the protest from my ribs. The bond-burn marks still ached. "Or about to die."