CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Olivia looked out over the battlements of her father’s castle, taking in the preparations below. She hoped they would be enough. Earl Undine’s lands were large, and more people were coming in to help every day, but would it be enough?
She looked out toward the tower that Royce had managed to cross to, remembering what it had been like when he’d fought his way across the slender stone bridge.
“I hope he returns soon,” she said to the wind, the way she’d said it every day since he’d left. She missed him the way she might have missed sunlight or breath. Then again, if the battle to come went badly, she might soon be missing both.
It seemed strange that she was willing to die for someone she’d met so soon before, or that she could love anyone so deeply after so short a tim
