Chapter 41
Zara’s POV
War was louder than I imagined.
Not the shouting.
Not the crashing steel.
Not the howls tearing through the night.
It was the sound of fear.
You could hear it in footsteps, in ragged breathing, in the split-second hesitation before someone attacked. It rolled across the battlefield like smoke, thick and choking.
And somehow, standing beside Greyson in the center of it, I felt none.
Only focus.
Only fire.
Only rage.
The woman in crimson stood atop the broken western wall like she owned the moon itself. Her long coat whipped around her in the wind, dark hair braided with silver chains, spear glowing with blue runes.
She was beautiful.
Coldly, terrifyingly beautiful.
I hated her immediately.
Greyson’s grip tightened around my hand once before he released
