A COUPLE MORE DAYS passed and I pushed myself harder to learn the fighting techniques Nyeer was teaching me.
He bested me every single time. Although I tried my hardest, I couldn’t stop the doubts from flooding in as to whether I would survive a fight to find Fiore.
But I certainly hadn’t forgotten him. In fact, every day, the hole in my heart that had started as a pin prick grew larger. Until I was hurting from the wound.
“Nyeer, I think we should head out today to find Fiore. No matter what.”
Nyeer turned to answer me and the door to the library opened.
A Fae man walked in, a man I kind of remembered.
He was stately and proud, and dressed in the most beautiful golden fabrics.
He wasn’t as classically handsome as Nyeer, but he had a strength to him that reminded me of an army gener
