Chapter Forty-Nine

The stench of the prison clung to me like a shroud, a lingering reminder of the horrors I had witnessed. I woke, disoriented and heavy-hearted, my mind still reeling from the night's harrowing events. The image of Sara's accusing gaze haunted me, her words echoing in my ears like a mournful dirge. Was I truly so selfish, so blinded by my own desires? I had always prided myself on my selflessness, and my unwavering commitment to saving this realm. But now, doubt gnawed at my conscience.

I had been walking a solitary path, a dangerous game that could have dire consequences. I had excluded Aiden and Easton from my plans, fearing their judgment, and their interference. Was I truly capable of shouldering this burden alone? Or was I merely succumbing to fear and pride?

A hot bath, I thought, might wash away the grime, both physical and spiritual. Perhaps the soothing warmth of the water could melt away the tension that had seized my body and mind.