CHAPTER 162
The moment Melisca crossed the threshold of the mansion, the contrast struck her like a slap to the face.
Outside, the world had been chaos. Blood on the gravel. Bodies collapsed in unnatural angles in the grasses, some hidden in the bushes. The shadows of the towering trees stretched long and menacing, cloaking everything in darkness. Smoke lingered in the air from the earlier skirmish, the scent of blood and iron clinging to her like a second skin. She had stepped through death, violence, and rage—her own storm carving a path straight through the guards.
But inside…
General Giordano lead the way with hunters a little behind him. She was walking a few steps behind him with another group of hunters around her.
