Riley’s POV
Horror grips my entire system so hard that my knees almost buckle under me.
“Did I— did I do that?” I ask, my voice shaky as I stare at the torn pieces on the ground, my eyes wide as the realization crashes into me all at once. My heart is pounding like it wants to escape my body.
For a second, no one answers, and that silence almost drives me insane.
Then Gunnar scoffs.
He steps forward with that cold look on his face, the one that makes it hard to read what he is thinking. “Do what?” he says mockingly. “Kill a scout?”
I swallow hard, my throat dry.
“Stop imagining things, Riley,” he continues flatly. “Scouts usually don’t survive long when they enter Obsidian Veil. The energy here destroys them.”
He turns and walks off like the conversation never mattered.
My heart
