Book 8: A New Destiny

Kenna

I’m not sure how two weeks have already passed since Evander and I fought in the shelter of the willow tree. Two entire weeks. I haven’t heard from him or seen him since that night, and maybe that’s for the best. 

I let my heartache turn to a dull chill that’s carried me on a wave of numbness. I walk the golden halls of the castle. I walk the gardens and city streets. I meet with friends for brunch along the shore of the lake and work at the midwifery clinic any chance I can get. 

I keep my hands busy with babies and preparations for the Rite. 

I keep my mind hollow and honed on maps and the paperwork covering my mom’s desk. 

I keep a smile on my face anytime I stand in front of my parents' magic mirror, listening to my dad fill my mom in on the movements of the allied armies now gathering in the Roguelands with him at the helm. 

In the past week, thousands of warriors from Crescent Falls have entere