Penelope’s POV

The boats reached the shore slowly. One after the other, we docked, and everyone got down.

Nobody said much.

It was silent, a silence that communicated too many things without actual words. The guards were quick in moving us along, helping us carry bags from the boats to dry land.

Daemon gave new orders as soon as his boots hit the ground.

“Let’s move. Stay alert. Everyone to your rides,” he said.

His voice was sharp and calm, just like always.

We followed without ...