Evangelina’s POV
Warrick and I wait in the bloody clearing. The last body fell ten minutes ago, and we waited in silence watching as the bodies were being moved. I refuse to process how many we have lost, refuse to fall apart in front of Ziana and the people seeking asylum. I am shoving the grief into a box far in the back of my mind to open later.
I hear the rustling of trees and footsteps approaching. Our warriors stiffen, looking at the clearing and watching as a group of 30 steps into view, led by the young blonde that was with Ziana, Adria, I think is her name. I look around the faces and frown when I don’t see Ziana. My heart speeds up as I make my way to them.
“Stand down.” I order the warriors and they do, some going back to what they were doing.
“Your highnesses.” Adria say
