FENRIC'S POV
She weighed almost nothing in my arms.
Humans were always small to us—fragile things of bone and breath—but Anwen was the smallest I had ever carried. A slight, breakable thing, gone limp now. She no longer fought me, no longer clawed at my grip.
Her head rested against my shoulder, golden hair brushing my jaw as I carried her into the cavernous mouth of Blackreach.
The fortress swallowed us whole, its stone corridors stretching ahead in twisting, branching veins as cold air breathed against my skin.
For a moment, I allowed myself to look down at her—just a glance. Her eyes were open, but not on me. They were fixed somewhere past my shoulder, as if she had retreated to a place far from here.
Then I saw a flicker. It was so subtle it would have been easy to miss if I hadn
