POV: Lila
The smell of damp ground and the residual smoke from the recent fires filled the air as the rain passed. The bodies of Helena's supporters and Victor's loyalists were strewn all about us as Mira and I stood amid the remains of the battlefield. In sharp contrast to the chaos that had erupted moments earlier, the calm was deafening.
Mira shifted her weight and gripped her side, where blood still trickled through her fingers. She winced. I put my arm around her waist and adjusted to support her.
With anxiety in my voice, I said, "We need to get you to a healer."
Weakly, she shook her head. "No time. There is more for you to know.
I scowled as I led her to a fallen log to sit on. "You're hurt, Mira. This can wait.
She surprised me with the intensity of her grip
