Chapter 9: Cursed
“Camping, are we?” Roshène’s mouth turned down at the corners.
Hunter stepped past her. “I thought you were partial to forest magic.”
The thought of the forest brought to mind the bone-chilling howls of the werehounds. “Have we lost those creatures?”
“For the moment. However, if we dawdle here, nattering as if we’re neighbors at the market, they will find us.” He strode off the road and into the trees. “Are you coming or are you waiting for them to catch you?”
She started after him. “Stop frightening me. I have enough nightmares.”
“You are the most annoying ward I’ve ever had to take care of,” he tossed over his shoulder.
“Glad I have a few good qualities, then. Lifesaver, annoying. Anything else I should add to the list?”
His burst of laughter echoed through the
