Chapter 142

Daciana's restless footsteps echoed through the quiet confines of the packhouse.

The weight of worry pressed heavily on her shoulders, each passing moment intensifying her anxiety.

It had been two agonizing days since Lucien and the warriors embarked on their perilous journey to find that elusive witch, and the deafening silence gnawed at her sanity.

Katherina observed Daciana's distress from across the room. Concern etched deep lines on her face as she watched Daciana wear a path into the wooden floor.

Daciana had not slept for two days waiting for Lucien to come back. She was the most anxious amongst them.

With a gentle sigh, Katherina approached her, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

"Daciana," Katherina said, her voice laced with understanding, "you need to take a moment for yourself. Sit down and rest. Pacing won't bring them back any faster. You are making the rest of us worry the more."

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