Morgan's POV.
The cool night air bit at my skin as I stood at the edge of the bridge, my black robe swaying gently in the wind.
The hood had a shadow over my face, hiding the tension etched into my face.
The bridge stretched before me, its old wooden beams creaking under the weight of the moment.
My fingers toyed with the hem of my sleeve, a habit I’d picked up when nerves bubbled too close to the surface.
I hated waiting, but this was necessary. Sara couldn’t let it out either. And King Darius—if he knew—he would strip me of everything.
The whispers of the forest around me felt like a reminder of the urgency. I needed to tie up this loose end tonight. Permanently.
The faint sound of footsteps pulled my attention, breaking through the silence. My guards were returning, just as
