Natalia’s POV
I woke to the smell of herbs and wood smoke. My eyes cracked open slowly, adjusting to the dim light filtering through canvas walls. A tent. I was in a tent, lying on a cot with thick furs piled on top of me.
For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was or how I’d gotten here. I furrowed my brow, trying to wrack my foggy brain for a moment, and then it all came rushing back—the King, the fight, the scream, the mountain collapsing around us. Hope. Andrei. The snow.
I tried to sit up, but my body protested immediately. Every muscle felt like it was on fire, and my shoulder felt like it had been split in two where the King’s sword had caught me.
“Easy.” Grace appeared at my side and gently pressed me back down. “You need to rest.”
“Where’s Hope? Where’s Andrei?”
“They’re
