Chapter 30
The enormous winter moon smiled cheerfully in mockery of how I was feeling. Dew was settling on the tips of the grass, reflecting the glow from its deep orange dawning. Low on the horizon, its cold beauty was mesmerising and I wished I could distance myself from my fear and misery the same way it distanced itself from our petty earthly concerns. Grief clung to me as horribly as the mud splattered across my beautiful wedding gown. My attempts to keep my skirt bundled up during the dirt bike ride to the top of the ridge hadn’t been successful.
Standing atop a weathered granite boulder, I braced myself against a false wind that buffeted me with ethereal force. I could sense the malevolence of a multitude of creatures, just out of sight. Out of reach. I could answer Bane’s questio
