Kael
By the time I reached one of my old hideouts, my shoulder was burning. The wound wasn't deep but it stung like hell every time I moved my arm. I pushed the door open with my boot and stepped into the small cabin. It looked exactly as I'd left it months ago, dusty, and quiet.
There were only a few essentials like a wooden table, an oil lamp, a cot and a pile of maps scattered across the corner.
I threw my bag down and leaned against the wall, letting out a shaky breath. My hands were still trembling from the fight even though the adrenaline was slowly wearing off.
I pressed my fingers against the gash on my shoulder and hissed when I felt the sting. The thought of how quickly Varyn had moved. He hadn't wasted a second. He had truly wanted me gone. That kind of precision only came from a man who'd been planning it for weeks.
Maybe even before Seraphina ever left the palace.
