Astrid woke with a start, lurching up in bed so quickly that her head spun. A hand steadied her and she turned to face the owner, a very tired-looking Raiden.
"What. The. Hell." She glared at him, then at Myron standing next to him. "You couldn't have waited a bit before throwing us into the final Trial?" she growled. "Do you have any idea what that Chamber did to me? The flashbacks it's giving me? And you thought it was a good idea to start the final Trial the same night?"
To their credit, both of them looked abashed by her words. "I am sorry," Myron said quietly. "But the Trial of the Soul is based around how someone copes and functions, even after a traumatic experience."
"I don't care," Astrid snapped. She threw her legs over the bed and stood up to face the Captain. "Do you care wh
