Theron continued, "There are only a few families left with strong enough lineage. And even fewer who could use it to open a gate like that."
She didn't hear anything else. Her thoughts were spinning. Whoever summoned those monsters wasn't just some outsider or wandering sorcerer. They were close. Someone who knew the kingdom. Someone with power and intent.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from the other side. Isadora quickly moved back and ducked behind a stack of crates. One of the servants passed by, oblivious, carrying a tray of tea into the tent.
She exhaled slowly. Her palms were sweating.
Should I tell Lucien I heard them? Should I pretend I didn't?
But something told her this wasn't the kind of thing you forget.
Still trying to steady her thoughts, she stood and returned toward the healer's tents. But every step felt heavier than the last.
Celeste was home and resting. That was good.
But what about the rest of them?
What if the enemy were someone close?
