Bonesplinter Ravine Concrete Halls

Hasdrubal’s breathing steadied as the plants began to take hold, their effect evident. Eira watched in silence, unease settling in her chest. A part of her felt a sickening twist inside—disbelief in what she had done, in the steps she had taken. She told herself it was necessary, it had to be. If he was lying, the malpractice wouldn't matter, but if, just if, the story he clung to held any truth at all...

Her throat tightened, and she swallowed hard. She had to know—there was no turning back now.

Finally, she met his gaze, those unsettling, cryptid eyes staring back at her.
What happened that night?