Sarah’s POV
When we stepped out of the castle and into the courtyard, morning light was breaking over the land, which was covered in dew. Tents lined the perimeter of the castle, and there was a wrestling of movement.
I wasn’t surprised to see my father walking the grounds, greeting his men as they came out of their tents.
We rushed toward him. I hadn’t seen my father since I left for the Moonheaven temple. We didn’t part under the best of circumstances.
He eyed me warily, being dressed in all black, with our face paint probably didn’t help.
“Father, we need to speak with you privately,” I said, careful not to raise my voice. My father eyed Andrew suspiciously, but didn’t say a word.
“Come.” He walked into the castle and into his library. The second the door closed. He had a forea
