Cassian
The sun is at its highest point, and although this doesn’t guarantee we’re free from enemies, at least we know the worst creatures won’t be lurking along the paths. Not until night falls and protecting the little human—who can barely stay upright on the horse—starts to become a nuisance. There’s a little voice in my head telling me to get off the horse and return to the comfort of the castle. What does it matter if she dies? Then that voice is joined by my annoying right-hand man’s voice, inciting me to seek answers: “Don’t you think she’s a fascinating human, my friend?”
I growl.
“If you need us to stop at any point, just let me know,” Antony says.
It hasn’t been long since we set out. We were especially cautious in the area where we were attacked yesterday, and now we ride on
