Jocelyn raised one hand in the air, waving to her mother, while the other covered her mouth and her quiet sobs. She sniffled as more tears streaked down her cheeks. This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair. “I promise to send you home,” I told her. “You’ll see Quentis again.” There was a very real chance I’d break that vow. It was cruel to make a promise I wasn’t sure I could keep. I made it anyway. Father wasn’t the only person I’d fail if I didn’t find the way into Allesaria. I couldn’t leave Brielle and Jocelyn trapped in a foreign kingdom, separated from their families indefinitely.
