CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Sebastian’s horse jolted as it crossed the moor, heading toward the mist that was thick in the distance. It wasn’t his horse, just the one that they’d put him on when they’d knocked him out, but even so it had carried him this far. Vincente and Asha walked on either side, as if making sure that he didn’t fall off his mount.
“Just a little bit further,” he said to the creature.
They were the words that kept them all going, moving in the long line that stretched out almost as far as Sebastian could see now. Just a little further and they would be safe. Just a little further, and the New Army wouldn’t be able to catch them. Just a little further, and they would reach Stonehome.
How far had those words carried them now? One look at the faces of the people around him tol
