26. AmbushErin surveyed the camp, her limbs shaky from the battle. Tristan, Rab, and Eirik stood sentry around her, though the last pockets of fighting were now distant. The Brathadair were scattering, disappearing into the trees.
“Don’t let them get away!” she shouted.
But there were too many Brathadair, sprinting away in too many directions. For every man the Torelians chased down, another escaped into the darkness.
“Where are the Fae?” Erin murmured, her eyes scanning the darkened tree line. “They should have been there.”
Erin took a step away from her bodyguards and instantly felt Eirik’s hand on her arm. “You should not stray far, my Lady. The enemy is scattered, but a cornered bear will fight all the harder.”
Heat rose in Erin’s cheeks. Had she not fought alongside them and prov
