Ardan’s PoV

I sharpened my blade across a huge stone by the fireside. Sparks flew in the dark. The heat felt warm on my face, but my boiling chest was full of hardly controllable anger and betrayal.

In the camp, everyone was in motion, busy with one thing or the other and some of the rogues treated me like an outcast. They had taken me in days ago, finding me broken and wandering with no purpose. They had rescued me from fainting in the middle of nowhere. Then they brought me here and took care of my illness. Sometimes, I disliked that they were essential for my survival and I...