Chapter 37. Peace

[Eight months later]

Dear Rhysand,

This old man who is keeping me in his humble adobe is a maniac, but then he is also a wonderful teacher and a very kind being.

I like Elder Clesmond.

The first week I spent here was a combination of moping around and crying while consuming all his sugary supplies, to say he wasn’t happy was an understatement.

As soon as the week ended, he hauled me out of my bed, his one glare made me feel like a child caught stealing cookies.

He was like, “Go and fetch me apples!”

“Go pluck the ripened grapes!”

“Go and bath, stupid girl!”

“I swear if you cry one more time, I am going to throw you into the pond and that Lycan of yours…I will throw him too.”

A fragile short, old, man with a sassy attitude and long dress dragging behind him (making him a bit cute) claiming that he can throw you into a pond was hilarious but his glare…that shut me up…for good.

Every time I stare into the distance like a