Zara’s POV
No one moved.
Not me.
Not Greyson.
Not even Davon, which honestly felt the most alarming, because he's always moving told or not.
The dead guardians remained kneeling around the shrine, hollow silver eyes fixed on me with terrifying loyalty.
That was not expected at all.
Morvena looked personally offended by reality.
“That is impossible, it is not supposed to turn out like this” she snapped.
Anger visible on her face.
One of the undead slowly turned its ruined face toward her.
The motion crackled like old bones grinding together.
Then it spoke again.
“False… blood.”
Davon whispered, “I officially hate underground places.”
Greyson’s sword remained raised, but his body shifted slightly closer to mine.
Protective.
Automatic.
Always making sure that he's present ev
