Raquel’s POV

By the time Regulus and I had gotten out of St. Urtha’s, the storm had made the sky blacker than any night in the Everwood. Orin’s men were chasing us like the Wild Hunt themselves and seemed only more determined to catch us now that we’d halved their numbers.

Currently, I’d been summoned to the head carriage in the Fantasia Troupe caravan to talk with Ahura about how the troupe worked, what my role would be, and to explain ...