Lyssa had been riding for most of the day when Hollow Creek came into view.
She'd left Aurelia that morning with information she believed Nika needed to hear. Things she'd learned about the Third Prince's activities, about the political situation, about what was actually happening in the Northern District versus what the guild and tavern rumors claimed.
Nika had sent her to investigate while he and Garran went to check on Hollow Creek.
It was standard protocol whenever they split up. She gathered intelligence with her charm while he handled the immediate threats.
Except when she arrived at Hollow Creek, she was dumbfounded beyond words.
The village even from several meters away was totally quiet. Devoid of life. Devoid of blood.
Bodies lay everywhere with the pungent smell of rot stabbing at her nose without remorse.
Lyssa dismounted and walked through the village square, her vampire senses processing what she was seeing.
