By nightfall, the burning village was finally quiet.The fires had been put out. The wounded were resting in the large grain silos that had survived the attack. Outside, in the wide green fields of the Riverlands, a massive military camp had been built. Hundreds of tents were set up, glowing with lantern light. The Black Summit guards and the Riverland farmers were sitting around campfires together, sharing food and stories. They were no longer strangers; they were an allied army.Dante and I sat alone on the edge of a small cliff overlooking the camp.The night air was cool, smelling of pine trees and damp earth. Dante secured himself behind me while hugging my body with his legs. His chin rested on my shoulder, and his large hands were lightly resting over my stomach."Look at them," Dante murmured, his breath tickling my ear. "Two days ago, Silas refused to answer my phone calls. His soldiers are now sharing meals with my soldiers at the fires tonight.""They just needed to see the
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