Chapter 122
Garl gazed at the camp palace in the fading light. Her feet had been carrying her toward it on instinct. Even when she was fantasizing over the idea of fleeing, she moved toward to the man who held the chains that ensnared her—just to be near his son. The Bond she held with Tris was stronger than any threats the Princewill could make. Yet despite that resounding truth, the chainmail felt heavy on her shoulders. Tris had promised her it would never be easy, but she wasn’t sure how much longer they could keep fighting before something broke. What would the cost be, when all was tallied? “Can you at least tell me where she is?” A small commotion at the entrance to the camp palace distracted Garl. “We don’t know the whereabouts of the Windwalker.” The guards couldn’t have been less intere
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