Chapter 4 — Shadows of Suspicion

Selena Vayne

The morning air bit with a sharp chill, carrying with it the acrid tang of burning fuel and charred wood from the campfires scattered throughout Raik’s encampment. Selena’s sharp gray eyes took in the scene as she stood on the camp’s fringes, her gloved hands gripping a bucket of murky water. The cold seeped through her fingers, but she ignored it, her focus on the calculated observations she had been making since dawn.