Chapter 140 A Wound Deeper Than Flesh

The rain had let up, but the clouds hung heavy in the air, a bleak gray smothering the ruins of Vault 9. Ash sat beside Ember, unconscious, her shallow, ragged breathing the only sign she lived. Her body shuddered beneath the warmth of the blanket draped over her. The lingering effects of the Ashen Crown's power still lingered about her like a bad fever dream, and Ash could sense the lingering energy seeping through the air in small, fading sparks. Turner knelt next to them, her aged fingers stroking Ember's temple. Her face was pinched with worry.