Chapter 219

Prince River

I had drifted in and out of consciousness so many times that I lost count. Whenever I woke up, though, I saw familiar faces. My sister was there, frantic and arguing with the warriors. Moss and the little boy watched me anxiously, the boy holding the dog that kept trying to sniff me. Even Doris stood in the corner, staring in shock. It was obvious that my condition must have been terrible.

But the one I always found beside me was her: wiping my face or simply sleeping with her arms and head resting on the bed.

Maybe I needed to believe in faith again, because I was convinced that my prayers had saved me. The desperate, angoished plea I had made in the middle of the forest had kept me alive.

“She’s okay, River. Truly, my sister kept telling me.

“I thought the worst…”

“Worse than what you faced?” my sister asked gently. “I need you to give us information. Focus.”