*Canaan*
The world around me is muffled as I try to open my eyes. The intense pain I felt right before I passed out is still present, though I can’t feel it quite as sharply now as I could before. Justin hovers over me, holding a bottle under my snout .I assume it’s some sort of smelling salts. I almost wish he hadn’t bothered. I think I’d rather be out when my entire body feels like I’ve been trampled by a thousand stampeding horses.
“Ellison and the others are under attack,” he says, jarring me back to reality. I try to sit up, but he won’t let me. “A mob of armed citizens intercepted them a few miles on the other side of the castle grounds. Three of the six guards you sent are down, and he’s wounded again. I told him to get back here, but he won’t listen. We need another plan. They lo
