If King Haikon knows what we’re planning, he’ll stop at nothing to keep us from escaping, Lily warned.
That’s what I’m worried about. Garrick’s hand tightened on his near-empty tankard. The watery ale did little to comfort him on such a cold night, and left a hint of sour on his tongue. He tried to relax, but every odd noise made him jump.
That morning, he’d found a letter slipped under his door instructing him to be at this specific tavern at sunset. Other than vaguely mentioning that it concerned his wife, Carina, the scrap of parchment hadn’t been signed, leaving him with more questions than answers. He hadn’t heard from her in over three months. Too many possibilities of what could have happened to her ran rampant in his mind all day long, the stress of the unknown weighing heavily upon his shoulders. If Kala wasn’t so young, he and Lily would have left to go find her weeks ago.