ANWEN'S POV
I woke shivering violently—not just from the fever clawing its way back through my body, but from the cold itself.
The chamber was freezing.
Even beneath the thick blankets, harsh autumn wind slipped through the room, biting at my skin and stealing what little warmth remained. The fire in the hearth had long since burned out, leaving only darkness and cold stone around me.
Outside, rain battered the fortress. I could hear it crashing against the walls and balconies in heavy sheets, broken now and then by distant thunder rolling through the mountains.
For a moment, my thoughts stayed sluggish with sleep, fever, and the potion Brammon had ordered me to take before bed.
My eyes strained as I searched the chamber. There was no moonlight—no silver glow through the windows, no
