Daciano
We set off for the witches’ faction, even though I can tell that the mood is heavy and tense. Heavier upon my shoulders hang the weight of my decisions, especially pertaining to Maria’s final warnings about Rhea.
She has never stood in my way like that, and her will to risk her life just to give me that message becomes so mind-boggling that despite how hard I try to brush it off, the unease lingers.
There is also the gut feeling that leaves me certain that the soldiers might still have misgivings, even if no one says anything, as they fully know the foolishness that’d be. Beside me, and behind the steering wheel, Callum has also been silent, though I can feel his gaze on me nevertheless. It’s as though he’s waiting for me to falter in my decision and turn back.
The journey cont
