Connor’s trail was weak.
But it was there.
Freidis felt it. She whispered it into my mind with every step.
"Further ahead."
The ground beneath my boots was covered in ash. The air reeked of burnt wood, iron, death.
I moved through what was left of the camp.
The houses were nothing more than charred skeletons. Most of the bodies had been taken away, but the bloodstains remained, dark against the dry earth.
The attack had been brutal.
But not a m******e.
More looting than slaughter.
I clenched my jaw.
That didn’t make it any less despicable.
"This wasn’t a victory." Freidis’s voice echoed in my mind.
"No."
"Lucian and Morgana wanted to show their power. They didn’t need to kill everyone."
My stomach twisted. "That makes it worse."
Freidis growled. "Yes."
I stopped for a mome
