Ravensblood Forest Pretense against Pretext

in a sea of unknowns—both faces and outcomes—it was good to have sobeille and shadess by his side. that small comfort faded as his older sister pulled them aside, imparting some information that made his blood run cold.

mwen pral veye pou li, sè, lafayette murmured back, and then glanced back toward aiolos and rodyn. will you fight, or come wid us?

it was probably a stupid question. sobeille was born to fight.

but their group's path forward was not without danger, and he felt his stomach doing flips as they cut further into the forest, following the intel from etienne. his nostrils flared, searching for any trace of his manman's scent.

these woods were dark and foreboding, and the trees oozed sap that looked almost like—

the young man cut that thought off altogether, shaking his head and forging ahead with single-minded determination.