Chapter 42

Ayla woke up, her heart still racing in her chest. The dream she had experienced had been so vivid she could still see each detail clearly in her head. Her hands trembled as she looked around the cave. Seeing Rhobart so brutally tortured and killed made her more determined to help him in the upcoming war. And to find Uzriel.

Rhobart was near the waterfall, training, his back facing her. He was wearing only a pair of trousers.

His muscles flexed, and she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks turning pink. Her heart kept hammering in her chest, but for a different reason. He was bad for her health.

Trying to distract herself from the dream and Rhobart, she decided to make breakfast. A basket with fruits was next to the fire pit. Cheese, smoked meat, and bread were in the supplies satchels. The kettle already had water in it, and Ayla put it over the fire to make tea.

When she had finished setting up the food on two plates and tea in the cups, she sat on a rock and started eating. She kept t