Chapter 20
Bianca's POV The rhythmic clatter of rain against the corrugated iron roof of our makeshift safe house provided a strangely comforting counterpoint to the turmoil that churned within me, a tempestuous storm mirroring the chaos that still lingered in the wake of our recent victory. Chloe, thankfully, slept. The strain of the past few days—the near-catastrophic unleashing of the serpent's power, the harrowing confrontation with Xerxes, the incredibly precarious victory that had left us clinging to the edge of oblivion—had taken its toll. She deserved rest, a respite from the relentless pressure, a chance to recover from the trauma she had endured. I, however, found myself consumed by a restless energy, a gnawing unease that burrowed deep into my bones, a persistent anxiety that refused to
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