RAVENNA
That night, sleep never came.
I laid in the dark, staring up at the low ceiling of my tent, but my mind refused to rest. It tossed me from one emotion to another like a storm that refused to end. Guilt, sorrow jealousy, each one clawed at me until I could barely breathe.
Zane’s limp state haunted me, though I hadn’t dare looked at him. I felt guilty for thinking I had a hand in his suffering. It was the moon goddess who punished him for his evil. I shouldn’t have touched him, maybe then the weight of his pain wouldn’t have pressed against me like it did.
Then there was Kael. My chest squeezed when I thought of him sitting alone in that tent, wiping tears and pretending nobody had seen. I felt sorry for him, for the loneliness he carried even while surrounded by people who depen
