CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
EMMA ENDLESS
I didn’t remember even leaving the palace. One minute, we had been running through the halls, with slumped over bodies. The next, we were outside, in the fresh air. There were horses waiting for us, and Clark helped me up onto mine as my legs were still wobbly from lack of use. We rode, and rode, and we didn’t stop until the castle was out of sight.
When we were far enough away, we made camp. The boys had thought of everything, and Nia seemed to have brought her own supplies as well. The tent we had was enchanted, made of multi-colored fabrics, making it look like a rainbow. When it opened up, there was a sitting space, for beds, and a make shift kitchen.
“I’ll keep watch first,” Nia offered, “the three of you have much to discuss. Your majesty, sh
