Soraya's POV
The corridors were quiet when I slipped back into my room. Too quiet—like the air itself was listening.
I shut the door softly and leaned against it.
Alderon was getting married in a few days.
My people were at war—with themselves.
The whole southern territory planned to attack them next.
Ronan—Kael's brother—my brother—was here, threatening everything I'd built and also assisting in attacking our people.
My chest tightened.
Should I go back? Warn them? Help them?
But why were they even fighting?
What could make Kael, Ethan, and Lucas turn on one another to the point of shedding bloods?
None of it made sense even though it a little sense that they all wasn't in good terms before.
Could it be because of me?
And Ronan…
Why was he siding with the southerners?
Why would he betray the Western Territories?
My thoughts spun and spun until exhaustion finally pulled me under.
I didn't know when I fell asleep.
