Mark POV.

We were given the task to get the sacrificial lamp, and that was where we were headed, Amaia’s father and me. We’d left when everyone was busy preparing for war. We left early and no one would’ve noticed us leaving. We were almost at the place where the lamp was, and we’d walked for a long time now.

“How did you know Amaia?”

I turned and took large steps to walk on the same lane with him.

“We met a year ago, in the salmon forest. I met her with Louis. That was how we started living together.” I smiled at the memories. Amaia was weird, crazy, and...