Chapter 13
They rode hard, stopping only long enough to eat and rest their horses. There was no sign of any forces. No Isenore or Dreach-Dhoun soldiers waiting to ambush them or impede their progress. Alixa was thankful for that. Ever since finding out that Trystan and Anna shared the same dream, he had been acting like a feral dog with a thorn in its paw. She knew his irritability was due to his worry for his sister and best friend. She understood that. She worried for them as well. Edric too.
They had made camp at sundown. They were close, Wren had told them that, but traveling in the dark was not a good decision. The troops were weary. The horses worn out from the unforgiving ride. They had no choice but to make camp.
The decision only seemed to raise Trystan’s ire. If it were up to
