Chapter 62
Xaero
"Do you really think there's a spy in our midst?"
I looked up from my morning coffee, noting the crease on Safiya's normally smooth forehead. Her gold spun hair tumbled down in light waves down the side of her face as she stirred the cauldron full of healing potions to restock the village's supply. Despite the warmth of the small cottage, she wore a thick knitted sweater that fell to her thighs and black thermal leggings that she paired with padded boots.
Despite the oversized sweater, she still looked so thin that I always feel like watching over her during mealtimes just to make sure she ate. When I asked her about it, she would just say that she was not feeling well and that eating anything made her stomach queasy. But I knew that it was the stress. The wedding, th
