Hope... was a double-edged sword. As a feeling, it could bring people strength and resilience, but it could also lead them to make reckless decisions.
Eleanor knew that following Emris to a den of vampires who kept Angels as slaves was a perilous idea, especially since she was the last phoenix in existence. And every vampire likely coveted her blood as the rarest and most treasured prize.
Yet, she felt an unshakable pull forward.
Now, she was beyond the safety of Vylonia, seated in a carriage, bound for the vibrant city of Dailies. The city's brilliance was already on display – bright buildings, cheers, music, and moving carriages created a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds.
Eleanor took a deep breath, rubbing her hands together. "He must be looking for me now..."
Emris looked at her, a small smile on his face. "You possess great power, Your Highness. I have no doubt we will remain safe."