“I’m nervous,” I whispered, clutching Gaian’s hand.
We approached the highly guarded estate with Hellana, Xorgor, our warrior wolves, and an entire guard of demons who looked like they wanted to rip someone’s head off. They weren’t friendly in the slightest, as I didn’t think they actually wanted to be here. But they had no choice. Xorgor had forced them to come. Besides, it didn’t matter to me—they weren’t the scary ones because Thayer had frightened them off from looking in my direction.
“There’s no reason to be nervous,” Gaian responded, squeezing my hand.
If Dad thought I could defeat this abusive piece of s**t without his help, then I … had to do it. I trusted in myself all the way up until we made it within a mile of the estate and spotted the guards spread throughout the woods.
