Without further ado, let's see what's in store for Charlotte and Sanderson.
“Of course we will. This war
business has been too long in coming for anyone to put it off any longer, once
the wrong people get their feelings hurt, they start trying to prove how right
they are and before you know it, there’s a war going on.”
Charlotte
considered his words. “What’ll happen?”
He held a branch back so Achilles
could walk into the clearing where her house stood. “Well, a war’s a
war. None of us are promised tomorrow. You know that as well as I.”
Charlotte’s palms were sweaty
against the saddle horn as unpleasant thoughts churned in her mind. He was
right, her mother and baby sister hadn’t been promised any tomorrows. It was
just luck that the sickness hadn’t wiped out the whole lot of Adamslands altogether.
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