LOGIN“Why is it that every time I turn around, you are knocking on death’s door. Do you have zero regard for your life, Joanne?”He didn’t sound angry, more desperate and unnerved.I swallowed the lump in my throat, my cheeks flushing as I pulled my hand away from him.“I did it for a good reason,” I tel
Joanne’s POVI woke with a slight ache in my head and my body stiff from the hard cot. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The veiling above me was low timber, not canvas, the air thick with the mingled smell of iron, soap, and damp boots.The barrack’s bunk.A blanket was tucked beneath my chi
Alexander’s POVThe stench of smoke and iron still clung to my clothes. Even after hours on the battlefield, I could still taste the ash in my throat; it was bitter and unrelenting. We had pushed back, broken through their defense, but the defense was already done.The village was nothing but ruins
He was surprisingly awake despite the amount of blood he lost and how much pain he must be in. He flinched, though, when I touched his face, like he was afraid of me, and it made my heart ache even more.“It’s okay,” I told him, my voice trembling as I suppressed my tears. “I’m not going to hurt you
Joanne’s POVIt was a boy.He was so small. Thin and short in stature, he couldn’t have been older than 10, though he looked so much younger. He was curled in on himself beneath a half-fallen tree. His skin was streaked with soot and ash, his shirt torn nearly to ribbons. His hands trembled where th
It wasn’t until I reached the medical tent that I found out why.George looked exhausted, as though he was awake all night working when he should have been sleeping. Instead of asking him if he was okay, I asked him the only question that was truly on the tip of my tongue since waking this morning.







