There was not much else that was exchanged between the two of us in the time that it took for me to escort her to her chambers. I would have preferred if she had chosen to go outside into the gardens, but it wasn’t the wag that things were working out.
I felt like we had been confined to either my chambers or hers, and truthfully, I was getting tired of it. Perhaps the problem was being here, in Northern Atlantis. It was more than merely a case of homesickness—that much I could be certain of.
But I wouldn’t be able to return to Southern Atlantis, as it would mean that I would have to do so without Anoa, that I would have to leave her here, and I simply didn’t consider that as an option. I knew that the possibility of taking her with me existed, but I also knew that it was going to be a
