Chapter 8
Oren had found an abandoned rabbit den away from sight, but it was rather small and half buried by time and travelers. But by the time they arrived, it was dark and too late to find another form of shelter, so they were forced to deal with the tight space for the night.
Nahtaia walked in first and lay down, then, following a scuffle and harsh whispering, Oren lay down beside her—too close for her comfort. When she asked what the noise and whispering was about outside, they both shrugged.
The night passed with elbows in her side and snoring, though she couldn’t tell which of the men was doing the snoring. It didn’t matter anyway, and the moment the sun shone through the trees and the forest took on the soft, yellow glow of dawn, she shoved the men awake and prodded them out of
