*Xander*

The girl’s name was Sasha, and she hadn’t let go of my hand for the last eight days.

Blonde, blue-eyed, and innocent, she had no idea what was going on or the level of carnage we’d left behind when I’d carried her out of the forest. Even now, she seemed oblivious, perfectly content in the arms of strangers as she sat in my lap on the ferry as we neared the port of Avondale.

It was the closest we could get to Breles. We’d left the ...