My heart is thumping inside my chest as we near the clearing once again. We’ve gathered everything that we needed and are now heading back, so I can brew the concoction and be done with it. I know I must sound impatient, but I just can’t wait to get my wings back.
The moment I spot my father through the trees, I breathe out a big sigh of relief. I look at Eros, who is already staring back at me with a smug face. “See? I told you he can handle himself,” he remarks, making me shake my head at him. Cocky about being right once again. I guess some things truly never change.
But the moment we get to the cauldron, I’m not feeling so cheerful anymore. Because as I lay may eyes upon the cloth where father has carefully laid down all the other ingredients, I get nervous. What if I do someth
