Nyx's POV
The door closed behind him and his words hung in the air like smoke.
I sat there on the edge of my bed, staring at the door he'd walked through, and felt the walls closing in around me. Tomorrow was day ten, and he would demand answers I didn't have, and my family would pay for lies I'd told to keep them breathing.
I couldn't just sit here and wait to die.
The maps were still spread across the table where I'd left them days ago, before the poisoning, before my heart stopped, before everything went wrong. I dragged myself over to them and sank to the floor, spreading them out around me until I was surrounded by territorial lines and border markings.
I stared at the southern region, the eastern valleys, the mountain passes my grandfather used to talk about when I was a child,
