30
Kiria
That morning, Bard lay slumped over the saddle horn of Royce’s chestnut mount, bobbing with the movement of the horse. He’d stayed up all night defending Jori’s dreams. Exhausting work, even at the best of times.
Kiria looked back at Brithnem, her city, right before it went out of view. Was it her imagination or was the air still hazy above the palace? The black sky was lightening to gray, cooling the tips of the far waves. City Beautiful.
Where was Chetana in that tangle of stone buildings? Was she safe? If her katah with Belik was anything like hers with Firian, Belik would know she was near. When Bard wasn’t so drained, Kiria would ask him to check on the Amir, make sure she was safe. Maybe they would learn whether Daelon was alive.
Their group wasn’t taking the main roads
