My hand clenched tightly by my side at the thought of being just a substitute.
Alaric's voice echoed from within the cave. "You may come in now, it's safe."
The damped air flooded my nostrils, it smelled rocky and carried a faint scent of herb. Inside was pitch black.
Rhydian brought out a small orb from his cloak, which brightened, illuminating the cave.
'I guess this is what freedom smells like.'
I leaned against the wall of the cave, letting the cold bite into my skin. Maybe I needed it, because everything still felt like a dream to me.
The others were scattered across the space. Rhydian had taken a position near the entrance, his sword on his lap.
Alaric and Mr. Four Eyes were quietly setting up a small fire using a crystal Rhydian pulled out earlier. Damon hadn't said a word since we stepped inside.
I pulled my cloak tighter around me.
My thoughts kept circling the same thing.
'Ember. Who was she to them? Who was she to him?'
