The forest remained silent long after the last rogue stopped moving.
Rain slipped steadily through the trees now, soft against leaves and stone, washing blood into the dark soil beneath their feet. Somewhere farther in the woods, thunder rolled low across the mountains surrounding Obsidian.
Lilith finally lowered her knife. Her hand trembled once before stilling again.
Across the clearing, Zane watched her carefully. The anger she had seen moments ago had not disappeared. It sat tightly controlled behind his expression, sharpened by something far more personal than simple frustration.
“You’re hurt,” he said.
Lilith almost laughed at the dejavu.
Her shoulder burned. Her ribs felt fractured. Blood soaked one sleeve of her jacket and there was dirt practically everywhere else. But someh
