Chapter Eighteen

As Amaris dragged herself to her room, she noticed the strange atmosphere that was enveloping the ship. It’s been four days since they left Manticali, but Amaris knew that this building tension had nothing to do with their encounter in Niveus Castle. The potions and ointments Wind Tuner brought were able to nurse everyone back to health in a matter of hours. Her shoulder was still slightly uncomfortable and she had continued to limp for the first couple of days but it was a huge improvement from the burning torture of the stab wound and the bullet injury those first few hours. Even her sprained ankle was healed with a dab of ointment.

No, Niveus castle wasn’t the reason. It must’ve been something else entirely.

Amaris huffed loudly as she crashed down on her bunk. The trio was playing yet another game of cards and didn’t look up from their hands at her movement.

“Hawk going hard on you again?” Ash asked, the smirk obvious in his voice.