Joanne’s POV
I had never been to a military barracks before, but I didn’t imagine it would be a large building made of old stone. It rose like a fortress within a fortress. The air carried the scent of iron, rain, and old blood—essence of every battle that had ever been fought within its walls.
When we were outside, I caught glimpses of tents just beyond the training ground and heard the clinking of armor. The soldiers who had taken me to Alexander were long gone, both confused over the fact that he hadn’t immediately killed me. They were under the assumption that I was a spy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth, and Alexander knew that.
We were quiet as we reached a doorway at the end of a long hallway. Alexander refused to speak, though his anger rolled off him in waves, lea
