Chapter 158. Hidden Path

Alethea pushed open the carriage door, sliding it to the side to reveal a dimly lit but well-decorated interior. The windows were adorned with red velvet curtains, and the seats were cushions made from cotton and linen. Her eyes met with Desmond’s, sparing him only a cold glance before looking away. She held no anger in her heart for Desmond failing to see as she did; all that mattered now was fulfilling her promise—helping him achieve his goal before leaving forever. She wore light armor that included a golden chest piece, shoulder pads, gauntlets, and boots. Everything else underneath was made of thick, black leather, and a long sword hung at the left side of her waist.

“Alethea. For a second there I was worried you were going to sneak out of the camp and run away,” Desmond said with a smile as Alethea climbed into the carriage and sat on the cushion before him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, my lord,” Alethea spoke, her voice devoid of warmth, her gaze an icy contrast to the d