Elara's POVMy legs hurt. I would never have said it out loud, especially to the hearing of Lucian, but they hurt so much that I could feel my pulse in my ankles. I had walked from the kitchen to the stream, from the stream to the supply wagons, and from the wagons back to the kitchen again. Sable and Brenna had told me to sit down at least ten times. Each time I had told them I was fine, and each time Brenna had given me a look that said she did not believe a word.The truth was simple. I was not fine, but I was too proud to stop. If I sat down, Lucian would be right. And if Lucian was right, then I would have to admit that I had been angry at him all day for no good reason.I had a very good reason, I reminded myself. He had stared at me last night like I was a curse, and then he had walked out into the dark.So I had kept busy. I had kept moving. And I had kept away from him, which was not hard, because he was always in some tent with my brother and a table full of maps.By the t
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