Sephora's POV
I had succeeded in escaping the palace; I couldn't stand seeing King Jon all over Sierra after the fall, perhaps I was jealous but I couldn't admit it. I hated that I could still have such feelings towards him after everything, I'm sure with time these feelings would die off.
I lifted my face to the warm sun and smiled.
The harbor was a bustling port, one of the most important for the tiny pack. Most of the vessels anchored there were being loaded with sugar destined for the States. Smaller local fishing vessels bobbed beside them.
My pack was in the center of town, on Avenue Havana, not far from the death cave, a magnificent old cave dating back to the sixteenth century. I hired a horse-drawn buggy to take me to the pack house, and even so, it could not accommodate me
