That morning Evanna was the first to wake up. Rolling onto her side, she saw Ger sleeping peacefully facing her; the sight of him made her thoughts race more about the night to come. There was a lot of pressure on them to succeed.
She sat up as the weight of what they needed to do seemed to push down at a force on her shoulders. Her heart became heavy as she looked at the men's peaceful faces while they continued to sleep. Uneasiness seeped into her at the thought of anything going wrong, with one or a few of them becoming injured, captured, or killed.
It would be all her fault for asking them on such a quest. Her eyes then met a pair of hazel ones belonging to a heart-shaped face and dark red curls framing her features. Cilv sauntered over to where Evanna sat and plopped down next to her. Evanna watched her as she scanned their surroundings and glanced at each of the men's faces.
