Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Rayne

My father left first thing in the morning because he needs to be back in Iron in case the court officials come searching for me. If he’s gone, there’s a higher chance that he’s involved with my escape.

I wake up feeling much better. Although my body is still sore—especially from the running—I can stand and use the bathroom, and I make it downstairs alone for breakfast. Without assistance, I mean.

Darla is the only one at the table. I don’t ask her where the rest of her family is. I have a hearty breakfast and feel even better afterward. I didn’t think I’d have much appetite after what happened but I guess I was wrong.

“Is there anything else you want?” she asks me gently.

I gulp down the rest of my tea, which is lukewarm by now, and say, “I want to start training to be a warrior.”

She nods slowly and I put my cup down. She nods again after observing me for a few beats and says, “I understand completely. It’ll do you a whole lot of good. I suggest you rest first, no? Training