Celeste
“There’s still more fighting?”
Every head in the tent turned.
I was standing in the canvas doorway that connected to the sleeping tent, my blanket still around my shoulders, my hair a wreck. I had woken to the low rumble of voices and listened long enough to know they were planning another campaign without me.
“Celeste, you should still be resting.” My father looked at me with worry.
I shook my head. “I’m fine. I feel much better. If you’re going back to battle, then I’m going too.”
“Wren, it won’t be like before.” Alec’s voice was careful. “We already fought off most of their army. We’re just going in to finish things.”
“Well then, there shouldn’t be a problem with me coming.”
“We aren’t going there for a tea party, princess.” Darien drawled.
I stared at him. The tone hit
