As soon as the sky turns twilight, I leave my spot next to her, who mutters something in her sleep. I walk to the lake, where I splash cold water on my face, and by the time I return, Antony has already come down from the tree and made enough noise to wake her. In no time we’re back on horseback. We have to cross the Twisted Forest, which shouldn’t take us all day. Hopefully, if the Scorpion eel don’t delay us, we’ll be at the camp before sunset. In the worst-case scenario, we could be trapped in the Twisted Forest at night—or dead. Neither option appeals to me.
“Why can’t I go with Antony?”
“I’m flattered that you miss riding with me on horseback,” Antony says, dramatically placing a hand on his chest while mounting the white mare.
“You didn’t seem so bothered last night,” I mutter.
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