Xandra

“I approach Tarrin from the southwest”, Vedran says the next day. “With Beta Elian in tow.”

I nearly drop my quill. Sanja, the weaver for whom I’m penning a letter to her family still in Tansy Beach, looks at me questioningly. Finn braces around the log he’s hauling a few feet away.

“Our friends are arriving,” I say, shocked by the sheer intensity of relief crashing through my body. This is the longest I have been away from Vedran since he ...