Keiran didn’t come to say goodbye. It was only Moll and Gideon who waved them off, and even then there was an awkwardness in the air. Beatrix said nothing, expecting Carla to use words for both of them. And then they were off, leaving the rebel camp for the first, and most probably the last time. Would she ever look upon it again? She thought not.
And what of the people who lived there? It was best to put them out of her mind. She was doing the right thing for Disnarta. But was it the right thing for her?
She shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. They were no use to her - there was no going back now. She’d successfully burnt all her bridges. Her relationship with Keiran lay in tatters. Aaron had more to answer for by the day.
It took them only a few minutes to get out of sight of the camp. There was no obvious path through the trees, only the one Carla had memorised on her journey outwards with Gideon. They would never find their way back through the tangle of trees to the idyllic haven she’d left behind. Keiran was resolutely in her past now.
And what lay ahead? Who knows?