Iris's POV
"Common, Iris, don't be stubborn," Amelia pleaded, her voice soft. Her hands rested on her hips as she tilted her head, brows furrowed with worry.
But I didn't answer as I stood from the bed and approached the corner side where my tattered leather bag lay slumped against the wall. My hands moved quickly, shoving in a spare tunic, a water flask, and the small knife I kept hidden under my mattress. The journey to Warborn would take two days, maybe more, and I needed to be ready. I didn't glance at her direction and I kept my face blank, unwilling to let Amelia see the storm brewing inside me.
"Fine. I'll go with you," Amelia said suddenly. She stepped forward, closing the distance between us and stood in front of me. Her hands caught mine as she looked up at me. "But promise me we won't get caught."
The fear in her eyes mirrored the unease gnawing at me, but I couldn't let her see it. I forced a smile, hoping it looked convincing. "I promise," I said.
