Chapter Twenty
Brea
The first time Brea rode toward the palace of Fargelsi, it filled her with a sense of wonder with its twin waterfalls, high bridges, and twisted spires that kissed the sky. The second time, she arrived with a feeling of resignation. She’d had no choice if she wanted to save Myles. The crashing of waterfalls became the song of her captivity, the bridges representing her dreams of escape.
And now?
The stone arches and walls covered in beautiful ivy weren’t what they seemed at all because she knew the truth. That beauty hid the rot inside Regan’s soul, the darkness she filled her palace with. Gleaming marble halls no longer covered up the pain living within those walls.
Brea sat atop her horse, her gaze lifted to the twin waterfalls. Captain Donovan rode to her left,
