#Chapter 123: Change of Plans

Almara’s Pov No one dares to answer the question. We all share the same expression on our face, wonder at what comes next. “No matter.” Says the rower. “I think I know the answer.” “We’re not who you think you are.” Robert says, rising on his feet though keeping his knees bent as to not rock the boat too much. “Don’t try to fool me.” The rower exclaims with a sudden flair of his arms, moving much more swiftly and comfortably on this boat than any of us could. Now standing facing us for the first time since we begun this journey, he takes a good hard look at each of us. Contempt growing with each passing gaze. Though the same can be said for us. The more he looks at us as though we’re the scum of the earth, the more I realize how ridiculous of us to be cowering at his recognition of who we are. He should be trembling at who we are. This shift in dynamics is subtle, but the rest of the pack picks up on this realization without a word passing between us, as if getting whiff of a s