Chapter 21
Plan
“Atty.” Paxton’s face loomed in front of her. “Atty, what are you sensing? It’s Yulen, isn’t it?”
She slowly nodded. “Yes.” Her voice came out in a croak. Clearing her throat, she held out a hand. Her second grabbed it and hauled her to her feet.
Mistelle moved inside her carrier and whimpered. Lifting the babe out of the bag, Atty cuddled and soothed the infant, rocking her daughter as she finally faced the man. “We need to go, and go now.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes checked her out from head to toe.
“Yeah. Let’s head out. We have to go now. I’ll explain later.”
He held the mare’s head as she swung into the saddle and moved up to where the others were waiting. By the time she joined them, she had managed to compose herself. A quick check of those armed and ready revea
