We were far away from the King’s house now.
With every step that I took, my heart drummed within itself in fear and curiosity on what was about to happen.
Adam had never said a word since we had left the holding cell. He had just been humming to himself a tune that I couldn’t seem to place no matter how hard I tried to rack my brain for it in the bid to curb the boredom that was assailing me.
Next to books, music was my next favorite. It was among the stuff that had aided me during the bullying days.
Now, all that seemed so far away. This part of the King’s arena made it so. I have never seen or been to such a cold place, devoid of life in the pack.
It was as if no living thing existed here, even though there were some trees. Well, the trees were dry as death.
What was this place?
