~Solana’s POV~
The air in the Ravine didn't taste like the lead lined tomb I had spent my life in. It tasted of damp stone, wild herbs, and the overwhelming, electric scent of the woman who had pulled me from the dark. I sat on a carved stone bench in the plaza, my fingers tracing the red clay patterns in the rock. The battle was over, but the air still humed with the residue of what Alicia and I had done. Around us, the city was breathing again. People were moving, not with the mechanical fear of slaves, but with a busy, determined energy.
I watched as Chelsea moved among the wounded, Skye’s light casting a soothing, pale blue glow over a young man's charred arm. She caught my eye and offered a small, tired smile.She wasn't afraid of the girl who had brought fire to her home,she looked
