Chapter 2
Someone was coming.
Trystan swore under his breath as he tried to conceal himself behind the snow-laden tree stump he’d been resting on.
They were almost on top of him. He’d been wallowing so much in his worry over Ri, and his need to be alone for a few minutes to pull his head together that he hadn’t heard them until now. After the attack days before, he should have been on high alert and wanted to kick himself for letting them be found. Again.
Whoever was approaching wasn’t any of his people. He’d left their Eastern camp before sunrise, his dreams still too haunting to allow sleep. These sounds came from the West. Someone else was making their way through the Isenore mountains, and with the way lady luck had been taunting them lately, it was more likely foe than friend.
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