LOGINDaphne I looked away. I didn’t need another person telling me what I should or shouldn’t do. I had spent most of my life being instructed, corrected, and ordered around by people who believed they knew what was best for me. But the healer wasn’t trying to control me. She was simply concerned, and
Daphne The healer’s assistant glanced up as we entered, but before she could ask what we needed, a woman emerged from one of the rooms at the back. She was in her late forties, with dark hair streaked with grey and a pair of spectacles resting low on her nose. The moment her eyes landed on me, her
Daphne His footsteps followed mine a moment later. The training ground was still busy behind us. The sound of wooden swords striking against one another mingled with the men’s shouts and Moses’s gruff instructions. I kept my gaze fixed ahead, determined not to look back and give anyone the satisfac
Daphne “You’re going to see a healer whether you like it or not,” Thiago snapped beside me. I turned to glare at him. “And who gave you the authority to decide that?” “Apparently, common sense did.” He glanced at my upper arm, where blood continued to trickle down toward my elbow. “You’re bleedin
Daphne For a few seconds, I couldn’t hear anything. The training ground had erupted around me, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heartbeat and the sound of my breathing as I remained bent over. Old man Moses shouted for a healer and another voice asked what had happened. Luke was say
Daphne I huffed under my breath and made my way toward Old Man Moses. As I got closer, I took him in. He was a short but solidly built man in his sixties, with broad shoulders that made it easy to forget his height. His hair had long since turned completely white, and his nose looked as though it







