*Isabella*
My heart pounds as the Chyara elder’s words settle in. We ain’t leavin’ tonight. We are stayin’ here—in their land, in their settlement, surrounded by their people. I ain’t sure if that’s an act of hospitality or control.
“You four will stay here tonight,” the elder says firmly, his expression unreadable. “It is too dark to travel with the young boy.”
I glance at Chet and Pa, searchin’ their faces for a response. We all know this ain’t exactly a request.
“Tell your warriors to return to your camp and bring word to the boy’s mother that he is well,” the elder continues.
I nod slowly. “We rightly appreciate yer help and the invitation to stay the night,” I say, keepin’ my voice steady, though unease prickles along my skin. The settlement is well protected, the people strong,
