CHAPTER SEVEN
Too late.
We had hardly gone more than a dozen yards when the billowing clouds opened up and dumped their load onto our heads. I shuddered as the cold rain slid down my neck, soaking my clothes and skin. Tegan drew me against his side and pulled my coat over my head to protect me from the downpour.
He found us an especially thick-branched tree under which even the harshest rains could hardly penetrate. I was glad when he set me down at the base and gathered up a mess of branches dry and wet. He knelt in front of the debris and cupped his hands together.
I watched shivering as he focused all his attention on his hands. After several moments, a small ball of flame finally appeared and he tossed the fire onto the food. The flames consumed the offerings and a warm fire
