Layla Whispercrest
The room smelled like iron and smoke.
This was not the dramatic kind or one filled with raging fires or shattered walls.
It was laced with quietness and this followed, right after something had gone wrong. Although stopped late, it hadn’t mattered because it was settled into my memory.
And I still stood by the door, watching him.
Jaxon stood near the window.
Even though he had his back turned to me, I could still see the way his shoulders seemed reluctant.
They seemed like they were too downcast to face me. The guards had taken Alice and the doors had closed, the war room, silent.
Trying to grasp it all, I stood in my spot.
“You should go rest,” someone said softly from behind.
It was one of the guards.
Not Harald. I recognized him as my other guard
