Chapter 35 The Path of Secrets

The night air was cold and still.

Adelabu sat near a small fire, wrapping himself in a thin blanket of silence. His guards were asleep, huddled close to the flames, but he couldn't rest. The vision of the palace-of his siblings, of whispers, of betrayal-still echoed in his mind like a bell that refused to fade.

He hadn't told anyone what he saw.