THE REVIVAL
Cassius’s POV
The sun hadn’t even rising past the trees when Magnus and I turned off the main road. We followed a narrow, crumbling path that ran along the kingdom’s edge. It was rocky and silent. The kind of trail that most people would avoid.
But we weren’t most people.
We weren’t playing games. We were looking for a healer.
A fae one.
The mage still hadn’t regained consciousness. By dawn, his skin had turned the pasty white, and his pulse fluttered so faintly I barely caught it. He was fading away.
Dying.
Magnus didn’t say it aloud, but I saw it in his jaw, the stiffness in his movements. We were running out of time, and we both knew it.
Losing him meant more than just another body to bury. He was our only lead through the Cursed Forest. The only one who knew the
