Zoriven’s POVThe word “gone” kept repeating in my head like a sharp blade twisting inside my chest.She lost the baby.Every single step from the river back to the Sun Flower Pack had felt like dragging heavy chains through deep mud.I looked at Seravyn walking beside me, her pale face, torn dress and hollow eyes, and every time I tried to picture the future we had planned, all I saw was ash.My chest burned so hard I could barely draw air into my lungs. I wanted to tear down the forest, wanted to scream till my voice blew out. I wanted to blame Caelrix, Thessaly, or the entire world. But deep down, a sickening truth was eating me alive.While my child was slipping away, I wasn't there. I was swinging a sword, burning homes, and slaughtering innocent warriors in a fit of blind rage.I couldn't even look Seravyn in the eye when I stepped into her room, looking at her face made the guilt in my gut burn till I felt like throwing up.I couldn't be calm, couldn't sit beside her on the be
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