The next day, Anna showed up at the barracks. The first person she met was Tristan. She'd spent the whole night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Each time she closed her eyes all she saw was blood. All she heard was crunch.
"I'd like to bury Villis's body."
Tristan offered her a charming smile. "That won't be necessary, your highness. General Leon and I have taken care of it."
Anna rubbed her temples. No matter how much she soaked in medicated water, she still felt wilted and groggy. "Why?" She groaned.
"There's nothing you need to trouble yourself with, your highness. Word has been sent to his people, he met his demise at the hands of an Empath beyond the palace walls."
Anna snapped her gaze back at him. "Why Empath?" She asked.
"They're the ones known to be quiet brutal in their methods of stamping out one's existence." He said, smiling like he was just delivering the best news of his life.
A chill ran down Anna's spine. "Where's Leon?"
