26
The Search
The snow was blinding. A fresh storm had rolled off the mountains the night before they departed Wulfsgate. It would have passed over the town by now, but it lingered in Torrin’s Pass, where the cold air trapped it and bade it stay longer. These were not the conditions in which they could easily find anyone. But every day Pieter and Asherley spent here brought them further from safe recovery.
Christian kept Ransom close to his side. It wasn’t anything clear, but he’d had a sense about the boy, a sense that stopped just short of a vision. Even all these years later, with all his training, Christian sometimes struggled to parse a feeling from a sense. Whether he was experiencing the protectiveness common to all men, or if it was something more.
Christian wanted to leave Ran
