She was going to drive him mad! Dal paced back and forth on the grass, the scent of the tramped blades rising around him, too worked up to go back to sleep again. A cool breeze swept between the wagons, making him reach for his discarded blanket and drape it over his shoulders.
Had there ever been anyone so determined to throw their life away? She was so unbelievably stubborn! Normally, he was sure it would be considered a great trait for a Bearer, but in this instance it might just get them all killed. He had to find a way to convince her they were right. She was stubborn to the point of blindness. But there must be a way!
He sent a frustrated glance at the closed wagon door and paced faster back and forth.
At least the Eye seemed to be awakening. Whatever the viscount had done to it was thankfully not permanent. But would she pay attention to anything it tried to show her? Would she be able to learn how to use its powers to help her see the truth?
He forced himself to a stop and shook his shoulders, trying to loosen his coiled and aching muscles. There had to be a way to make her see. The Eye must make her see.