LEAH’S POV
My feet move on complete autopilot.
The morning air is crisp, carrying the faint, clean scent of crushed pine and damp earth from the surrounding hills. Up on the massive digital scoreboard mounted over the main courtyard, the countdown timer for the Survival Trial ticks down in bright blue numbers.
Fourteen days.
Fourteen days until we are dropped into the Outer Valley Ridge.
Every step I take toward the eastern training field makes my stomach twist tighter. I barely slept last night. Every time I close my eyes, I see Uriel Thorne’s pale silver eyes staring down at me in that quiet corridor.
I can still hear the cold, indifferent murmur of his voice echoing in the dark.
‘Cancel it. Or I will break Greaves' legs before Friday,’ he said.
He wasn't lying. Uriel doesn't b
