Chapter Eleven
Elainya stood by the river a league west of Guerettos. Nyeverra and Viero traveled with her. Elainya was glad for the company. For most of her life, she’d been alone. After her father had died, it’d only been her. And his death was her fault. If she’d kept her magic secret like he’d warned her to, he might still be alive. She pressed her eyes closed, fighting back the tears that threatened to come. Elainya missed her father. She hadn’t spoken of him to the Ikchani. It was a memory she desperately wanted to keep hidden in the deepest recesses of her mind.
Nyeverra and Viero remained silent as Elainya undressed, carefully removing all of her leather armor into a neat pile. She turned around to look at them once all that remained was her smallclothes. Chill bumps formed over
