CAROLINE'S POV
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My toes burn from sliding around in these stupid boots as we trudge through the woods, the sun baking down on our heads. Sweat trickles down my forehead and back, soaking my shirt. "Why is it so f*****g hot?" Mac groans, and Isabella softly hums in agreement, too tired to speak, or her mouth is as dry as mine. I continuously have to pry my tongue from the roof of my mouth, and each time, I swear, a layer of the skin stays behind. My throat is itchy as I focus on the ground before me, and the man walking in the lead.
Calaris comes into view, and I can already taste the sweet, soft liquid that will have stars exploding in my throat. "Home sweet home," Lucian murmurs, stopping for a moment to admire the view of the dark stone glistening in the morning sun. The tall tower
