“So, you finally decided to be a merchant like your old man, huh, Katerina?” A hand clasped her shoulder tightly and suddenly Elanor could breathe again as she looked up into the eyes of a man who’s name still escaped her.

The man Azzoth had almost killed the night of the Harvest Festival, the one she had saved.

“Yeah, I made some friends, and they offered a spot. Wanted to branch out from dad, have a bit more freedom, you know?” she managed to get out, throat tight ...