#Chapter15

The walk to the Gathering was unbearable as the stench of roasted meat wafted through the halls of the main house, but Rosemary was starving, and her stomach grumbled in pain.

Seeing her stumble through the hallway, Nicholas hustled to her side and took her arm in his. “Allow me. I’m so happy to see you out of your room. The fresh air will do you good.”

She breathed a hundred different ways through the nausea that gripped her. “I really don’t think so. The smells are intolerable.”

Usually, Daniel was by her side these days, but the growing threat at the border between the city by the sea...