Chapter Twenty-Five
Shadow sat away from the fire and watched as Carson, Farnell and Gil discussed their plan. As Gil had promised, it had taken nearly a full day to make it to the camp the soldiers had made in the foothills. He’d joined them an hour ago, having spent the rest of his time laying a false trail for the army to follow. The sky was clear of the glow of magic, but Shadow couldn’t resist checking regularly. They couldn’t face an army that size. They’d be slaughtered.
A soldier brought mugs of ale over to the fire, gave one first to Farnell and then to Carson. Shadow held her breath as the soldier held out the last mug to Gil. He started to reach for it and then dropped his hand, shaking his head. The soldier moved away and Shadow began to breathe again. He still might be moody
