CHAPTER TWELVE
By the time Delos came into view, Felene felt as though she might keel over at any moment. Her back burned in a way that it shouldn’t have, a long way from the dull ache that denoted healing.
“You should have stayed with the healers in Felldust,” she told herself, but she didn’t believe it. She had a task, and she was going to do it, whatever it took.
The small convoy she was traveling with was no help. Their captain had been serious about Felene only eating her own supplies, and even if there had been invitations to join the others on the deck of the adjoining ships, Felene wouldn’t have trusted them. At the very least, she needed to maintain the illusion that she was one of them, and her Felldust accent wasn’t good enough for a long conversation.
Seeing the battle that
