But she had no time to think about this now.
Under Carmichael's watchful gaze, Cassandra and Prince Hunter started walking away from the group.
"Ah, this place is beautiful. The trees are charming; the wild flowers are certainly unique to this place." Prince Hunter noted as he walked next to her. He put his hands behind him and his gaze never left the dark forest where Cassandra had met him.
The use of the word charming to describe a forest full of negative energy made her cringe. She eyed the forest which was located about half a mile from where they were standing. Coupled with the current atmosphere devoid of wind, it felt like she was looking into some dark abyss instead of a lush forest.
She recalled the things that happened three weeks ago. How she had chosen to walk into the forest to meet the Prince. If someone would ask her to go inside now, she would probably refuse.
