Skylar
Jasper was gone.
The words rang in my head, in that hollowed chamber, like I wanted the thought out yet couldn't no matter how hard I tried. My knuckles burned from the punch I'd thrown into the wall, but it didn't compare to the ache in my chest. Nothing would.
Julian stood beside me, silent for once. He knew there were no words to fix this, no reassurances that would bring Jasper back.
The low murmurs filtered through the resistance camp-hushed voices carrying grief, anger, and a determination that hadn't been there before. Jasper had been the heart of this place, and now that heart had been torn out.
I didn't cry. I refused to. Not here, not now. There were still battles to fight, and I wouldn't let them see me break.
"We need to move," Julian said finally, his voice rough. "The council's still out there.
"I know."
"You sure? Because you've been standing here, staring at that wall for the last ten minutes."