Chapter 051
Emilia's POV
It was cold in the war tent. It's because of her, not the weather.
Lena.
As if she hadn't just broken the last part of me, she stood close to the strategy table with her arms crossed and her eyes focused on a map. The lanterns above flickered, covering her face in shifting shadows. She appeared even more hollow as a result. It was as if she were a stranger wearing her own skin.
My nails dug half-moons into my palms as my fists clenched. Behind my ears, I could feel a sharp, excruciating throb of blood.
"You took him."
She blinked. Slow. Nothing. It felt as if I had just accused her of misplacing her pen.
"Emilia, he was dying. Someone had to take action.
My voice broke. "Did you have to be the one? Of course, you had to be the one. You have to fix everythi
