Chapter 5: The Gods Are Watching“Charlotte? Are you okay?”
Aria’s concern was the first thing I heard as I shuddered awake, a repeat of the previous mornings. I sighed. The last few nights were something else than what I was used to. Sometimes I’d break out in cold sweat. Sometimes I’d have nightmares of that dying—dead—man. Sometimes I dreamt of nothing, and I would still wake up in the middle of the night feeling like I needed to gulp the air around me to breathe.
It had been a few days since our skirmish at Oakhenge and not a single inquisitor sprang out of the bushes to attack us. It might’ve seemed like a good thing, but the unrelenting calm caused the feelings stewing inside me to fester. I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know what to ask of Aria, and I didn’t know what to say to
