Chapter 19

• ALYSSA'S POV
• The fire from the hearth was like a balm to her skin, the moist clay bending to her like a dancer would to an orchestral song. She liked digging the ground for clay but what she loved more was turning the soil into an artwork that would last for years.
• Her fingers skillfully worked the inside of the clay, forming the hollow bottom. The space between her brows was furrowed into a tight frown, her lips pressed straight in concentration,