CHAPTER 19
Gwen
Gwen sat alone in Marjorie’s personal chamber, nursing her pained flesh and bruised throat. Her experience with Simon had been violent and unexpected. Again, she lamented accepting the rune before knowing fully what it would require to accept it—and what it would cost her.
The door to the chamber creaked open and Gwen jumped involuntarily.
“I told her she needs to rest, but she refuses to,” Marjorie was saying to Aimil as they walked into the room.
Gwen stood up and clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering. Simon’s rune was making her body thrum with power. And she was burning up, her flesh hot to the touch.
“We need to get on the road,” Gwen said.
“We can leave tomorrow,” Aimil replied, frowning at her. “You look like the gods stole your soul.”
“I feel li
