The next morning, we left camp at sunrise, well ahead of Adam and his troupe. I couldn’t help but laugh when I overheard Elias, grumbling about how the prince was late, and they needed to hurry. I imagined him still lounging in his tent, taking his sweet time for his morning bath. The thought made me smirk.
Lia gave me a knowing look. "You are enjoying this too much."
“Maybe,” I said, chuckling. Adam’s indignant shouts, faint but unmistakable, echoed behind us. Elias must have finally told him that we had left. I knew he would almost run to catch up with us.
As the day wore on and the sun climbed higher, I began to worry. Did they get too late? I hadn’t seen or heard any sign of Adam’s group behind us. I found myself glancing back over my shoulder more often than I wanted to admit.
Lia
