Chapter 7: AriaWinter winds howled from the west as I surveyed our ambush point. The sky had begun to take on a menacing tinge; a sign of another blizzard approaching. We had set up, betting that they’d take the open central road in order to keep pace. The breeze was troubling though. I’d have to adjust my shots, especially at this distance.
I could feel my cloak blowing ever so slightly as I bit my lips, feeling the pang of uncertainty. When every shot needed to land, wind was the last thing I wanted to think about.
Aria was as still as a stalking hunter. The dazzling sparkles of her eyes had coalesced into a single intense beam, the look of a predator. Yet she wore that look as if she always had it, as if it was always a part of her. In her hand was a borrowed pistol from Caen, but I k
