Olive's POV
Unlike the last, this journey was quick. We had no impromptu breaks or time to moan and groan on the luxuries back at the castle.
Atria's absence was felt deeply as there was no one to throw us the constant scowls or scream at us for no relevant reason or shake her head in disappointment at our childishness.
I had never thought I'd be able to admit it but I missed Atria.
Secretly, we were all fueled by one intent, saving her just as she had sacrificed herself to save us.
Ron took the lead, the map in his hands as each step led us closer to her. The closer we got, the more dread pooled at the pit of my belly.
I was scared of the confrontation.
"We're here", Ron announced,
"Are you sure?", Dalton asked, peering into the map.
Ron nudged him, looking upwards. "I'm pre
