Rashel sensed they weren’t alone anymore. She heard a sharp movement; it was swift. She might have missed it if her senses weren’t already sharpened.
It was subtle, barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to alert her to another presence. She heard a loud thud and figured it was the sound of a body falling to the ground. She stood still for a moment, still in shock. She didn’t know if this person was a friend or foe.
The rain slicked her hood, falling in steady curtains as she walked in the direction where she thought the body had fallen, and surely, a body was on the floor. Then she heard groaning.
“Rashel? Are you okay?” It was Jethro. She let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding in and sought him out in the darkness.
When they located each other in the darkness, she
