CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BREA
Brea never wanted to see the southern Vatlands marshes again. She never wanted to feel the squish of mud under her boots, see a snake or hear the croak of a frog for the rest of her life, no matter how long that might be.
With solid ground beneath her once more, she gazed at the long winding road that would lead to the palace where her aunt reigned. A troop of guards awaited her, having already informed her Regan reinforced the border so none could cross without permission, not just those with Fargelsian blood anymore.
“This is where I have to leave you.” Finn stood in the mud up to his knees.
“I wish you could cross the border with me.” Regan would never let him cross.
“I’d give anything to get inside that dungeon to see Alona again.”
“I have a feeling I’ll
