We stop at sunset near the lake, and like the day before, I handle the horses while Antony prepares our camp. No fire. We’re close to the Twisted Forest, and we don’t want to tempt fate.
“Maybe you want to bathe. Tomorrow we’ll reach the Blood Wraiths’ camp.”
Elara nods. I see her stretching her legs, stiff from so many hours on horseback. Antony walks off—for who knows what reason—and Elara heads to the lake in search of the most secluded area.
I repeat what I did last night, following her a few meters behind until she reaches a spot surrounded by protruding rocks enclosing a pool of water. The waterfall drowns out all other sounds. With clenched fists, she turns toward me.
“Are you planning to stay there the whole time?” she asks seriously. “You’re a pervert.”
“Have you considered t
