*Xander*
The girl’s name was Sasha, and she hadn’t let go of my hand for the last eight days.
Blonde, blue-eyed, and innocent, she had no idea what was going on or the level of carnage we’d left behind when I’d carried her out of the forest. Even now, she seemed oblivious, perfectly content in the arms of strangers as she sat in my lap on the ferry as we neared the port of Avondale.
It was the closest we could get to Breles. We’d left the coast of Finadli from a small port town called Porthaven, and had been on the ferry for several days now. The journey out of Cedar Hollow had been a nightmare on every level.
I’d come out of the woods within minutes of dropping from what felt like the sky onto the forest floor. I had a few broken ribs, that was for sure, and I had been in total shock, handing Sasha off to a stunned Adrian and Abigail before turning on my heel and walking back into the forest.