Chapter 275

(Go back to Elara Point of View)

The carriage wheels rattled as if the earth itself did not want me to leave.

Cold wind clawed at my face through the window. Forest shadows raced past— jagged, alive, whispering things I didn’t want to understand.

I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving.

Not Lyrra.

Not Aethel.

Not even Dante... Especially not him.

If he felt me slipping away through the bond, he didn’t