CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
In the wake of the battle, Genevieve wandered the woods, walking the horse she’d used to escape and trying to make up her mind about what to do next. She felt caught between joy and fear, happier than she could have believed that Royce had won, but fearful of what that might mean for her.
She’d known that she couldn’t stay in the encampment where Altfor had brought her to watch, and she couldn’t just run over to the other army, hoping that they would show her mercy. This might be Royce’s army, but it was still an army, and Genevieve had seen enough of the world to know how much danger that would put her in.
Thankfully, her guards had run almost as soon as they had seen the battle starting to go the wrong way. Genevieve had looked out and seen the glow coming from Ro
