Andrei’s POV
By the time the skirmish ended, I was dead on my feet—which was a far cry from the three warriors who had actually died during the battle, fighting bravely against vicious rogues whose bloodthirst seemed to outweigh their own desire for survival—but there was still far too much work to be done to take the time to rest.
The border had been ravaged by the attack. Walls were burnt, swathes of forest having gotten caught up in the blaze and reduced to ash and blackened trees. I tried not to look at the innocent animals who had died during the mayhem, but it was hard not to when their eyes were still wide and glassy, proof of the terror and confusion they’d experienced in their final moments.
“The rogues seem to be clearing the way for something bigger,” Mila muttered, scrubbing
