I rode back to camp atop Fable, my tail shifting restlessly as I pondered the events that had just transpired. Before leaving for Haven, I'd had a nagging feeling that something was amiss, but the moment "Elise" walked into my tent, I'd nearly lost my composure. Even now, my heart ached, and tears threatened to well up in my eyes. Why did it have to be Elise? I was so close to her, yet so agonizingly far.
I pushed away the memories and worries about Elise, unable to dwell on them any longer or I might actually break down. Thankfully, there was plenty else to occupy my mind, like the upcoming battle or the enigmatic Jessia.
The Apostle of Secrets was dangerous; that much was clear. She'd presented two different faces, names, and at least as many personalities, but I doubted any of them were her true self. Forget guessing her motivations—even trying to keep up with her left my head spinning. Was she light and flirtatious, or a commanding presence?
