CHAPTER 362 CONFLICTING THOUGHTS

Marcus woke up from his dream all sweaty and clammy. The only thing he could focus on was the salty air coming out of his nose. It was morning already, with the sun high on the horizon. He stood from his bed and went to the window that overlooked the sea in the distance. The sound of the waves had always been something of solace for him, but today, not even the waters could wash away the storm brewing in his mind. His dream, or rather, latest nightmare, had stirred up more than he’d expected, and now, as he prepared for what lay ahead, it all pressed down on his chest. His once-wounded arm had made a full recovery now, and he knew the need to confront the growing danger in the camp was well underway. Darius and Yovan were ruthless, seeing as the way they sent assassins his way, and with every passing hour he spent recuperating, it seemed to push them closer to their goal. But even with that knowledge, something more immediate bothered him: the upcoming Autumn Moon ball that his s