Sleep should have been impossible after everything that happened, but somehow Shezayah still found herself sitting beside the fire with her back against a fallen tree while Azaliyah and Camron argued quietly a few feet away. The mark burned steadily beneath the sleeve of her shirt, pulsing every now and then like it was reminding her it existed, and every time it did Artemis stirred beneath her thoughts with another irritated growl. Between the Collector, the glowing fae girl, and Goatboy smashing monsters through forests like it was a hobby, Shezayah had officially reached the point where reality no longer felt particularly reliable.
The fire cracked softly between them while orange light flickered across the clearing, casting long shadows through the broken trees surrounding camp. Azali
