ARIA WINTERS
Unfortunately, it's not forty-eight hours. It's thirty-six. Kael forced me to go rest in our room, that he’ll figure out what to do with Wren’s message. Even though I wanted to resist, my body was too weak. Reaching out to Nyx really weakened me. So I just agreed and let him do his thing.
I'm barely three minutes in when Tomas bangs on the door telling me to get to the border, now, and I'm already halfway into my boots before he even finishes the sentence. My brain's doing that thing where it can't decide what to panic about first.
A woman is standing at Shadowmoon's border, alone, and on foot. Her hands are visible, no weapons, nothing threatening about the way she’s standing there at all, which is honestly what freaks everyone out more than if she’d shown up with an army
