"Where are we going, please?" I asked, my voice laced with irritation.
Devon did not look back. "We are almost there. Consider this your first lesson."
I groaned.
We had been walking for what felt like hours. The forest stretched endlessly in every direction, each cluster of trees blending into the next until I could no longer tell if we were making progress or simply walking in circles.
Twigs snapped beneath my boots, leaves brushed against my arms, and the occasional low-hanging branch forced me to duck.
Devon effortlessly walked ahead of me like none of it touched him.
I had woken up that morning with anticipation. The training had been my choice, and I had meant it, but the further we walked without explanation, the more the unease I had been carrying since the meeting with the seer settled back in. I still did not trust him. Whatever had shifted in my thinking over the past few days had not gone that far.
"Here."
His voice cut through my thoughts.
