Myla and I leave the reception tent, gather our horses, and ride back to her home. It’s dark by the time Myla and I near her house. It’s a standard Purgatory one-story ranch. I already know the area and style, having visited Walker’s residence. As we ride along on Nightshade and Bastion, our horses’ hooves beat out a silent rhythm on the quiet streets. I’m glad for our future, but I’m anxious about getting Myla safely into hiding.
Plus, there’s Armageddon’s silence.
Not to mention Aldred’s constant scheming.
And the Tithe is forever lurking somewhere.
There’s so much to worry about. But later. Right now, there’s the fact that I haven’t slept in a rather long time. Myla and I dismount our horses. Yet again, I’m happy Nightshade can cast magic to keep both herself and Bastion safe. With
