The ketch was drifting in the current, slowly being pulled toward the icy shore. Cassie remained motionless on the helmsman's bench, her hand resting on the steering oar's handle. Her unseeing gaze was distant.
After a while, she sighed.
"I guess I should explain it from the start."
A crooked smile appeared on Sunny's face.
"That would certainly be nice… considering that you have arranged for this moment for that exact purpose."
By then, he had plenty of time to realize that Cassie had manipulated the events of the previous days for the exact purpose of having this conversation with Sunny away from the ears of their companions.
Why? What did she want to achieve? And why now, just before the final battle of this Nightmare?
Did they have to talk alone because the Mad Prince and Torment had orchestrated this entire cycle of the Great River alone?
He was about to find out.