TESSA
I cursed under my breath endlessly once we were finally on the boat, my fists clenching the hem of my coat to keep myself from kicking the wooden boards just to vent.
Winston was behind the wheel, his eyes steady on the waters ahead, while Sol leaned lazily on the rail, laughing like nothing had just happened back there. His voice carried too easily over the water even though he nearly died at the hands of the South!
“I thought the people in the South were bad,” Sol said between chuckles. “But you have it good in Fenra, you know that? Francis and Emma are so kind. Emma makes the best cookies. She even let me pack some.”
He pulled out a small wrapped parcel from his pocket as proof, grinning as though this entire thing was some kind of field trip. Well, he appeared excited.
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