Brynn
The corridor was silent except for the steady beat of rain tapping against the windowpanes. The storm had softened into a drizzle, but the wind still moaned against the castle walls. It was like the world itself hadn’t yet recovered from what we had seen in Mia’s memories.
It was as if even nature was crying with us asking for recompense for eventing she had suffered.
Frynn closed the door behind us gently, the faint click sounding far louder than it should have. For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just stood there, backs against the cold stone, trying to breathe again.
I dragged my hand down my face, feeling the dampness of the tears that I hadn’t even realized had fallen.
“Moon help me,” I muttered, voice hoarse. “Did we really see all that?”
Frynn didn’t answer right away
