Chapter 32

  Mira's POV:

  "Silas?" My whisper was barely audible as I shook him, my fingers pressing into his shoulder. Wake up. Please.

  Then—

  Footsteps.

  I lunged for the tent flap, peeling it back just enough to see.

  Guards.

  Patrol shift change. My pulse hammered as I forced a smile and gave them a...

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