By dawn, the camp felt as if it were holding its breath
News traveled with terrifying speed. By the time the first pale rays of morning cut through the unnatural crimson mist, everyone knew what happened.
Inside her tent, the silence was suffocating. Rhea sat on the edge of her wooden cot, staring blankly at the floor.
She hadn't slept a second.
Not since the Echo Hunger had pressed its awareness against her chest.
Near the tent flap, Lucci stood with his arms tightly folded across his chest.
He let out a long, ragged breath, running a hand over his face before crossing the small space to sit beside her. "They're calling another council session."
"Of course they are." Rhea stared at her bandaged hand. "They don't know what to do with me."
"You made a dangerous choice last night
