CHAPTER FORTY-SIX The GiftLimah kept my hand in a firm grip as we continued on the slippery route downward towards the sea. His pack bumped against my shoulder as we staggered and slid. “What do you carry?” I snapped as it hit me again and I lost my footing. He paused to help me up, bracing his feet sideways to stop him falling and dragging me behind him.
“A gift for you,” he said. White smoke puffed from his lips as the coastal breeze snatched his words and threw them sideways.
“What is it?” I shifted the crossbow into position across my back and held out my free hand. Limah raised an eyebrow and smiled. He’d restored my weapon but only after a lecture and the extraction of a promise.
“You’re not ready,” he said. Turning his back on me he hauled me after and I struggled to keep my bala
