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I furrowed my brows in question but refused to stay sitting any longer, feeling like a doe headed toward the slaughter. Perhaps I couldhelpup top or do anything other than sit.

I gave him a curt nod and got out, feeling the cool air from the dark Gap nip at my bones, begging me to run to the golden city and the sun's warmth. Anything out of the murky grasp of whatever was lurking in there.

My foot found purchase, and I hoisted myself up. Kaizen's eyes were still turned back to the Gap, even though he started moving forward as soon as I sat down. The guards parted for us, and it took all my effort not to look back, too, fearing that whatever had been chasing us was watching.

"I suppose you won't tell me what happened back there unless I beg?" I said, my voice barely audible over the clatter of wheels on stone.

"Begging would be nice," he taunted with a devilish grin. I narrowed my eyes, unamused, knowing he would tell me.

"Why aren't the Miehja still attacking?" I asked.

"More of them surround the Gap to keep threats out, and they're not attacking because I put an end to it andyoucontrolled it," he stated matter-of-factly.

I sat in shock. "Icontrolledit?"I shook my head, "And how amIa threat?"

"Your emotions. Don't you remember anything I told you last night?" He then eyed me up and down with a grin tugging at his lips. "And I'd say you're a threat."

My expression turned sour, feeling rather irritated at his bluntly stated fact, even though I'm grateful he tells me things. "To you, I will be," I challenged and held tight onto the seat's bar. I breathed in, waiting several moments before asking, "I know it was you at the tavern. Why were you there?"

He eyed me again, his jaw flexing. "I should be asking whyyouwere there?" he questioned, through narrow eyes but didn't deny it this time.

"Thank you," I muttered, feeling those disgusting men's hands still on me. Yet still unsure what to think.

He curtly nodded and turned forward, whipping the reins and commanding the horses to move faster.

I turned to the view, embracing the spectacular wonders of the city hidden behind the surrounding mountains that flared with colors.

The large spired castle loomed in the distance. Its cobalt spires sparkled against the bright sun, now beating down on us and warming my bones thoroughly. A sea of homes, buildings, markets, and shelters in all shapes could be seen as we descended into the valley, hearing the hum of chatter, carriages, and animals surrounding us.

I couldn't help but smile at the immense difference between life at Levon's or Jesri's to this. Each structure was unique, a testament to the vibrant life that thrived here.

Kaizen breathed an airy laugh.

"What?" I challenged harshly.

He only shook his head as we rounded a bend to see a market larger than Levon's entire town, stretching far and wide with thousands of goods sold by shouting sellers. A whirl of smells hit me like a wall.

The horses plodded off towards a bend close to the mountain's edge while the tall, spired castle dominated our view, standing tall even in the distance. No wonder it would take us an entire day to get through this mess.

I swallowed, realizing that I would soon face the king—the man Jesri had always idolized and raved about. The man who Levon worked for. The man whose lineage killed off thousands.

I swallowed again, calming my roaring flames, and determined not to obliterate the very court itself. For damning my life with this lofty Match that might bring me to my demise, but also my potential freedom.

We continued for several miles, the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels accompanying our thoughts. I gazed at the colorful buildings and bustling crowds, watching the sun arc across the sky until Levon tapped the roof, signaling our stop. Stepping out onto the worn, stony ground, he gestured ahead.

"I'm sure we can all use a moment to stretch our legs. There's a bakery not too far from here," he said, his smile infectious. I glanced at Kaizen, who merely gave a curt nod of agreement and urged me to follow Levon as he waited.

Stretching my legs, I took Levon's hand as he led me through the winding streets. Each one offered sights and smells I had never encountered before, tempting me to indulge in its delights.

We rounded several corners, brushing past a throng of people walking in every direction, and finally stopped in front of a tiny shop lodged between two tall buildings. It looked less like a bakery and more like a forgotten place no one cared for. A sign hung crooked at the door, reading:Tazina's Bakery.

"Jucam is the best cook, but Tazina is the best baker with sweets grand as your imagination," Levon said, pushing open the weathered door, its bell chiming as we entered.

As soon as we stepped inside, the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked cookies enveloped us, tempting me to devour every treat in sight. The space was cozy and inviting, with a rustic wooden table and two chairs tucked to the side. A bright glass display showcased an array of delectable delights, each confection more tempting than the last.

"I'll be right there!" called a voice from behind the closed door at the back. Just then, a hazelnut-skinned woman with vibrant green eyes and intricately beaded hair emerged, balancing two large trays of sweets with practiced ease. Her eyes lit up as she caught sight of Levon.

"Levon!" she exclaimed, quickly setting down the trays and crossing over to embrace him. "It's been ages. How have you been? I've meant to visit, but things have been so hectic here," she chattered while Levon nodded in agreement. After releasing him, she gave his arms a squeeze before turning her attention to me, her gaze warm and welcoming.