Charlotte’s POV:
I haven’t the slightest clue how long we have been traveling or even where we are at this moment. The only indication of time is the very numb spot on my leg where the male witch, whose name is Troy, has been carrying me. I have tried wiggling my way out of his hold, even insisting that my legs can walk on their own, but he won’t listen. Apparently, he prefers me close. A shiver runs down my soulless body and I slowly open my eyes. To my surprise, the sun has risen again and the air is becoming thinner, perhaps even cold. My body welcomes this new air and a somewhat calm resonates in me at the idea of being so far from the dragons. I want to feel sad, but the darkness keeps my emotions at bay.
“Where are we?” I husk out, my head trying to lift to see around me. Troy’s
