THIRD PERSON POV
Kael stood from where he had been sitting inside the healers’ tent, his whole body trembling with the weight of grief. His palms pressed hard against his thighs before he rose, as though he had to summon strength from the ground itself. He swiped his arm roughly across his face, but it did little to hide the redness of his eyes. His eyes had not yet dried, and his heart was still raw and bleeding.
When he pushed aside the flap of the tent, the sunlight poured over him. He squinted, his jaw tightening as if the brightness itself mocked his sorrow.
And then he saw her, Ravenna, standing just outside with Riven held close, her gaze searching the tent with anxious longing. When their eyes met, time seemed to stall. Her breath caught and his chest constricted. Neither of the
