The bread Rhea had given me sat heavy in my stomach, a stone of guilt.
I lay on the narrow cot, staring up at the dark ceiling beams. Outside, the wind was picking up, whistling through the cracks in the logs like a mournful ghost.
He saved his sister, a voice in my head whispered. He isn't a monster.
He is a kidnapper, another voice argued. He killed your guards. He is keeping you in a cage. And Magnus... Magnus is powerful. If he comes here, he will s*******r everyone, including Rhea and Jinx.
I sat up, clutching the wool blanket.
That was the thought that spurred me into motion. It wasn't just fear for myself anymore. It was the realization that my presence here was a death sentence for this camp. If I was here, Magnus would burn the Bone Yard to ash to get his
