Chapter Thirty-Five

What hour was it? For all Rowan knew, it could be nearly dawn by now. Her sense of time had been obscured after spending the past twenty-four hours inside the abandoned clay mines during the bone-chilling aftermath of the storm. She did not care. All her thought and focus was bent on tracking down Caine’s encampment.

That name gnawed at her heart with a piercing strain; a young man she had once almost called a friend, whom her family always trusted, was now nothing more than a haunting demon she felt she had to face. Her blood ran hot with hatred, and her mind seemed to be blotting out any rational thoughts that might deter her from her reckless path. 

This powerful strain stayed with Rowan ever since she encountered Caine at the Iron Furnace. He tried to bring her over to his side by convincing her the last of the Ravennites would surely be destroye