Halle shook her head, unsure how they’d arrived at clearing the air between them. “I don’t blame you.” “Thank you.” The prince sounded sincere. “Now, I have promised Fyba I would see you well. And I will keep that promise, no matter what happens to him.” The fact that Baldair had to add such a caveat to the end of his vow brought a pang of pain straight to her heart. “So I need you to keep moving. As Halle, as Serien, as the Windwalker or as no one, however you find the strength to wake up each morning and move.” “How do I know if I’m doing the right thing?” She wavered, uncertainty creeping in and chipping away at the strength her voice had been building over the past week. “You don’t, you never will.” Baldair wore a sincere smile. “We’re all trying to find our way, no one has it figu

