“Have I made a mistake?” Eliana whispers as she sits in the large wooden drum, washing off the grime of her travels. The water has become drastically cool, but she welcomes the cold, allowing herself to become clearer minded. “How do I know that Drake will keep his word?”

Cupping a handful of the water, Eliana splashes it over her face, rubbing her cheeks.

“He would not risk the wrath of his father for nothing, right?”

Making sure to keep her body ...