WILLOW'S POV.
Hours after Atlas and his men were gone, we were ready to go.
Lyra moved between the warriors, giving instructions and checking on things. She caught my eye and nodded, the look in her gaze telling me everything was ready.
“Evan’s waiting by the gate,” she said when she reached me. “He said you can leave whenever you’re ready.”
I nodded, glancing toward the open gates. A tall man stood there — dark-haired, broad-shouldered, with the quiet alertness of someone trained to notice everything.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Willow!” Olivia’s voice called from across the yard. She jogged toward me, her braid bouncing against her back, her grin bright as always. “All set! Mason and Caleb are on their way. We’re good to go.”
Leah, another warrior, followed behind her, carrying a small
