Chapter 28 – WacławAm I dying?
AGONY CONSUMED ME IN THE DARKNESS, ripping through my flesh and mind as the waters grew heavy upon my chest. The void itself was the same as before, but this was no comforting escape. My thoughts were pain. My existence suffering.
Boz’s trap returned to me, and I cursed myself for believing he had any honor. No matter whether we agreed to his terms or not, the lunatic king never would have released Rasa—nor would he have let the clans survive. Twice, he’d bested me. Twice, he’d slaughtered the clans because of my plan. And twice, he’d weakened the only armies left to resist the Frostmarked Horde.
Marzanna would be pleased.
I winced at the throbbing of my chest, where the arrow had pierced my skin. Based on the fact my heart had beat and my lungs had breat
