Abe looked like a completely different person without his finery. His fingers were bare, his clothes simple and plain. His royal blue eyes shone against his cream-colored poet shirt, which was tucked into navy blue trousers. Knives lined his leather belt, all of them a similar size and fashion as Jared’s.

I warily sat down on a chaise, watching as Jared and Abe looked over the ancient map I’d stolen from Aeris’s castle, as well as the roughly drawn map I’d made to ...