"We are just friends," I said almost mutely. How can I call whatever we had anyway? And as if whatever we had would stay the same after I cut our ties by living the palace. We will never see again after all, so it is better this way. To remember him as just my friend and nothing else. Maybe it would lessen the pain.
"Now I understand why you seem very determined to go to the deadly River of Flames. The fire won't burn you because you are its master," Orion said but the worry in his face was still evident. "But none of has had been there, Ophelia. As what I have heard, River of Flames is guarded by the soul of Nerissa, the woman who was sacrificed to the goddess of fire thousands of years ago. She is wicked and evil, so even if you can infiltrate the River of Flames successfully, I don't think it would be easy for you. It would still be dangerous."
