Chapter Eighteen
Helena watched Madra draw near with dread clenching her stomach. She was home.
The noon sun hung above them as sailors took up their oars and the sails lowered. The once busy port of Madra now seemed… abandoned. It wasn’t a sight she’d ever thought to see. With no foreign vessels coming in and no Madran trading ships allowed to leave carrying goods, a sad aura sat over the place.
They reached the river bordering the city in the early morning and left the expansive sea behind. Any chance of turning back was gone now.
Who was Helena kidding? It had been gone since she boarded the mercenary ship.
She’d spent a long couple of days among the gruff men and women aboard, their suspicious looks needling her skin everywhere she went. Mercenaries didn’t trust foreigners like Ed
