Rebecca’s POV
The fire was burning low in the bush clearing, the weak orange light from the fire across us looked like ancient stones half-swallowed by moss and earth, showing their well matured age. Whatever this place had once been, the forest had claimed most of it back long ago.
We had travelled hard after the fight with Garrick’s men, putting as much distance as possible between ourselves and the betrayal that still felt heavy in my chest.
I felt like being alone so I sat apart from the others with my back against a stone pillar that crumbled from somewhere. The silver bracelet around my wrist caught the light fire every time my hand moved.
My mother’s bracelet.
The only piece of home I still had.
I rubbed my thumb across the bracelet that was now looking worn out, but it didn’t
