Chapter 85 Meet The Enemy

• Jessamine's pov
• It’s snowing.
• Adjusting the scarf around my neck, I let out a frosty breath, squinting into the mild snow storm. Kier and Mikkel wait by the stables and Camilla jogs over with the last of my boxes. Nerves wrack my being and I rub my hands together in a bid to dispell them. I do not look forward to returning to that place. That castle. I remember Moira. I remember the scalding tea running down my throat. I remember her arrow whizzing past my head. I remember the duel.