Lila’s POV
As we moved through the thick forest, the smell of pine and damp earth filled the air, and the wind howled across the valley. The conflict was still fresh in my thoughts, and the night had been long. The pain in my chest was far worse than the marks on my skin. Everything that we had lost was like a second skin to me.
Kael had left.
The idea cut like a razor through me. We had time to flee because of his sacrifice, but at what cost?
I looked at Kian, who was striding in front of me with his hands balled into fists and his shoulders rigid. Since our departure from the battlefield, he had not said anything. His sorrow hung over him like a thick shroud, oppressive and relentless.
I whispered, "Kian," and took a step closer.
He continued to walk. "We must continue to move. We'
