Lilith’s POV
I knew that knife. I knew it better than I knew how many stones were on the ceiling of my cell and how many tick marks I’d scratched into the walls.
It was his knife.
And if Andrei had that knife, then it meant that the man who used to own it was dead. Really, truly dead this time, not just missing or captured or hiding somewhere like I’d been telling myself for the past six years.
I couldn’t stay in this cell. I couldn’t just sit here and let his body rot somewhere in the forest. I had to find him—or rather, what was left of him—and give him a proper burial.
But the only way I could find him was if I made it to the old encampment and discovered where he went after he left. And the only way I could do that was if I got out of this f*****g cell.
Jaw clenching, I walked ov
