PAEDYN NOVA
They came for me at dawn.
The first thing I noticed wasn’t the footsteps; it was the silence. The healer’s wing was always noisy in its own quiet way: creaking floorboards, clinking vials, muttered curses from the boy who couldn’t tell peppermint from wolfsbane.
But that morning? Not a sound.
Until I heard the soft click of the door handle.
I opened my eyes slowly, half-pretending to still be asleep, half-praying it wasn’t another nightmare. But the moment the scent of metal and cold air touched my nose, I knew it was real.
Kai stepped in first.
Black gear. Belt of knives. Sharp as always.
Behind him were two guards I didn’t recognize. One short and broad. The other thin and twitchy. And then came another—a healer’s assistant I did recognize. He looked nervous.
Good. H
