Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 447

Nolan’s POV

"I’m not sure yet," Talia said. "Leslie called Camilla last night when you were away. Camilla didn’t make any promises. She was careful. She didn’t say she could help, but she didn’t say she couldn’t either."

“So what did she say?”

"She told us to come as soon as we could, and said she’d do everything she could. Leslie said it twice."

"That’s a good sign," I said.

“You think so?”

"Talia, that’s actually really good." I turned to face her. "Camilla is old. She’s older than anyone can remember. If she didn’t know about this, she would’ve said so. She’s never sugarcoated anything for anyone. She would’ve just told you there was nothing she could do."

“But she didn’t.”

"She said to come now. That means she knows what’s going on." I realized I was talking faster than I meant to. "No one tells you to hurry over if they have no idea what’s happening."

“She still wouldn’t promise anything.”

"Of course she wouldn’t. That’s how I know she means it." I took her hand. "If Camilla had said she could fix it, I’d worry she was just trying to spare our feelings. Camilla isn’t nice. She’s honest. And right now, honesty matters more."

Talia’s eyes lit up. "That’s what I thought too."

"So why are we still sitting here?"

We finished packing in less than two hours.

Solon had a dozen warriors in the yard before we finished, and he came out himself to see us off. He was still thinner than he should be and moved slowly, but he was moving without assistance. That was something I wouldn’t have expected two months ago.

"They’ll take you to the edge of the woods," he told me. "I’m not sending my men in there. I’ve heard the stories. You will have to do it for Talia’s only protection.”

"That’s all I would’ve asked, anyway."

"Good," Solon said. He squeezed my shoulder. "Take care of her, and bring my sister back."

"Solon, we’re not walking into enemy territory," Talia argued. "Camilla fought with us. Hattie and Dalila kept me sane during training. They’re my friends."

"They’re still witches," Solon shot back. "And you’re my sister, so I’ll worry no matter what. Promise me you will be safe."

“I promise, big brother.”

Leslie came out last, looking like she should be resting, and handed me a wooden box.

"Her herbs," she said. "Morning and night, hot, no skipping. They won’t cure her, but they’ll slow things down at least. Every extra day helps Camilla."

“I’ll make sure she takes every dose.”

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