Chapter 27 – OtyliaWašek?
IN THE AFTERMATH OF THE THIRD TRIAL, I hadn’t noticed his presence, but a familiar sensation lingered as the last of the crowd left—his steady heartbeat. Our tether was tight. My soul told me Wacław was within a stride, but it lied.
Then why do I feel him?
He’d faded as quickly as he’d come, leaving me alone once again. In that time, though, his constant pain from recent days was gone, replaced by peace. With dried blood still on my lips and chin, that was a welcome surprise.
Our connection had been so distant, and our new separation hung over me as Weles led me through the winding halls of his palace. I hated the longing. We had been apart for weeks, but our moment in the woods, and now this, had me shaken.
Being alone was easier. I had done it for years wit
