The moment I leave Brina’s home, I know I’m being followed. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. Why is he still following me? Atlas. The only man in this place who decided to be the bane of my existence and a delicious temptation all at the same time.
Taking a left from Brina’s, I head down the path towards the castle. My mind reels over what Brina explained. There’s no doubt that something is going on. Things aren’t adding up. All this secrecy over the years. The trying to find a solution. Trying to take our powers. The urgency in marrying off Faeryn… of trying to get rid of me.
None of it makes sense.
Letting a heavy breath escape me just as I approach the white marbled bridge to the castle gardens, I stop. His heavy footsteps have been a dead giveaway for a while now, and as much as I don’t want to speak to him right now, I have too.
