Selena.
After five days in the woods, I decided it was time. Time to face Silas again. He had been desperate for a marriage, and I was going to give him one. One that would end him.
The road to the packhouse stretched ahead, dust swirling around our boots. The triplets walked beside me, silent but alert. Normally their presence steadied me, but today it did little to calm the storm inside. Every thought revolved around the same questions: what Silas had done, what he was planning now, and how far he would go to keep his control.
The healer had traveled to her daughter pack the day before. She had promised to return after spending some time there, but for now, I was on my own, with only the triplets to keep me grounded. The absence of her calm presence left a hollow ache, one I filled quickly with purpose and rage. I would not wait for anyone to act for me.
