Kara's POV
The flying carts was our mode of transportation. Mr. Seth drops me off when we got to a small lake, in the middle of a forest.
He stayed at a bit distance, away from me, giving me enough privacy to have a swimming bath. The water was cold, even with the warm sun in the sky, but then, being that there are tall trees in here, covering the warmth of the sun from reaching, I have to endure.
It's better than having to go back to Andrew's room. I am so angry at him. I hate his thinking. I hate the kind of personality he built for himself. He thinks he's mighty, but I don't think that's life, or that's how you make the world respect you...even if you're an immortal, undying creature.
Before I went for the bath, Mr Seth helped me pack some soap for cleansing, and a yellow bathrob
