Chapter Thirty-Three
Lake
Mastin stood at the water’s edge. He was mesmerized by the way the waves lapped the narrow shoreline. He had never seen the ocean, but he’d heard sometimes its waves could reach as high as the treetops. What was crazier, his teachers had sworn that some people used to take boards, stand on them, and ride on top of the waves like they were liquid glass.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to spot the opposite shore. The lake was roughly circular in shape, but it disappeared into the distance until the mountains formed a barricade at the horizon.
“If you’re trying to see the other side from here, you’re wasting your time.”
He whirled around, crouching, hand on the hilt of his sword, before he realized who had snuck up behind him. At the sight of her, the Second straig
