To Nyssa, the journey back to Tulan felt longer than it had earlier that morning.
She rode the mare at a steady pace, with her fingers loosely wrapped around the reins while her thoughts tangled themselves into knots.
The messenger's words continued to echo in her mind.
Aveline sent me.
The statement should have brought comfort. But it only brought utter confusion and fear.
Apart from the fear of the message, another thing unsettled her.
Because if Aveline truly possessed the ability to send shapeshifters capable of perfectly mimicking another person, then how much of her world could be trusted?
Nyssa exhaled slowly.
The horse carried her down the winding trail while the afternoon sun filtered through the trees overhead.
Every so often, she found herself glancing over her shoulder. Not because she expected pursuit. Rather, because part of her still felt watched.
The sensation lingered stubbornly beneath her skin and it made her so uncomfortable.
