It was nighttime, but I was unable to sleep. I had pulled myself together enough to give our group the direction they needed, but I was still broken inside.
So many good people had died because they believed in me. So many good people had died because I was born. That kind of thing was a big hit to a girl's ego.
Sighing, I made my way out of the tent that was set up for me and walked out into the biting cold. There wasn't any wind or even a breeze, but the night air still managed to seep into my bones.
Merlin was sitting just ahead of me, in front of a roaring fire. I considered turning back, but when I saw his back stiffen, I knew he already knew I was there. Turning back now would just be cowardly and make things even more awkward between us than they already were.
So, gathering cour
