Conroy secretly dreaded that they would soon reach Chorleywood as it lay beyond the next stretch of trees. Their ride from Valeria to the forest had been quite gloomy and barely few words has been spoken between them. Her eyes growing dim, her cheeks paler and her smile dwindled as they rode.

　　Taking her to Chorleywood became a task he’d wished he shied away from.

　　“Are you sure you want this? We can turn back if you want, Chorleywood is no more than half a ...