Kamira did her best to rein in her concerns as she climbed the stairs of the High Towers, seemingly serene and empty at night. Ryell’s hand on her shoulder, though an attempt to comfort her, only enhanced her anxiety. She didn’t want his touch to distract her, not when her thoughts already circled Veelk and Koshmarnyk, instead of focusing on the task ahead. She didn’t worry about her friend as much as her lover. Veelk always came out of trouble victorious, while the possibility of Koshmarnyk dying in the woods made her skin crawl. She’d rather face a demon alone than suffer such uncertainty.
“Don’t worry.” Ryell’s whisper brushed her neck.
How was she supposed to not worry? Even if Ryell couldn’t know of all her other troubles, he shouldn’t have forgotten she was walking straight into th
