Liyah's POV

If I was given a chance to either die or leave my tent this morning, I would have chosen death. I tried to convince myself that yesterday had just been a terrible nightmare, but in my mind I could clearly see him staring at me, and the scream that followed from me afterwards as I tried in vain to cover up.

I tugged at my hair in frustration, wishing I could be hit by a moving truck or something. As I sat still clouded in embarrassment, my tent flew open and I saw Elyan stick out his head.

"We're leaving."

I nodded, scrambling to my feet and holding...