Hours later, night fell, and everyone on board was fast asleep, all except Lila who was standing by the quarterdeck taffrail taking in the gorgeous view of the twinkling night sky. She had gone outside to get some fresh air as she was troubled and couldn’t sleep. She had tried to sleep but she just kept on tossing and turning thinking about what Amona said about her being the woman who had captured Erizon’s heart, the woman whose love had rendered her spell useless.
Next thing, someone showed up. It was Erizon and when he walked up the steps and went and stood next to her, butterflies immediately flooded her tummy, so many they burst free and poured out into her bloodstream like a river.
“The nights out here are so beautiful,” he said.
“They really are,” she responded. “They are the mo
