POV: Mira
The camp feels colder now.
Even with fires burning and warriors sharpening blades, there’s a chill in the air that clings to my skin and burrows deep into my bones. It's not the wind. It’s not the mountain air. It’s him.
The Shadow King. Or what's left of him. I feel him slithering beneath my thoughts…like oil on water, like a whisper behind a locked door.
I haven’t told Cassian. Not yet. If I admit that he's still inside me, that the seal didn’t hold… what then? Will they treat me as a threat? As something to be watched, not trusted?
As a weapon?
No. I can’t let fear rule me. Not now.
I stare at the reflection in the basin, my face illuminated by moonlight. There’s a thin black line under my right eye that wasn’t there before. Like a c***k in porcelain. I blink--but It do
