The wind howled like a warning, like it knew why Jethro was about to cross the southern border. He was three kilometers away from Seth’s territory, and for a moment, he felt the urge to turn back, if only because he promised Rashel he wouldn’t come up here.
He drove up there alone; no security, no convoy, just a determination that burned hotter with every minute. The promise he made to Rashel clung to him like a curse, heavy and unmet.
I won’t confront him.
He had said it with conviction and meant it at the time. But conviction didn’t last long when someone you cared about, someone under your protection, was nearly killed in your own territory, and the one man who had motive still walked free.
Yet, deep in his gut, Jethro didn’t believe Seth was behind it. That was the worst part. He w
