CHAPTER FORTY-THREE A Purpose Driven Life“I don’t need you with me,” I grumbled as the city shrank behind us. “This is my fate and I’ll meet it alone.”
Limah paused and turned to face me, amusement in the creases at the corners of his eyes. He lifted a bag strap over his head and threw it at me. “Then carry your own pack,” he replied. I grunted as it hit me in the stomach and cringed. Clover’s handmade bag no longer contained Lily’s hidden bee form and her absence sent a dart of pain into my heart. I’d never felt lonelier.
“Este.” Limah’s voice sounded kind and I glanced up to meet the sad smile on his lips. He held out a gloved hand and waggled his fingers. “Come,” he said.
I lifted the strap over my head and let the weight settle across my body. It bisected the band of my crossbow and
