Hollyn sobbed as Brandyn yanked her out of the bench, away from the warmth and the promise of a night that might save her life. He tried not to think about that. He couldn’t process it right now, just as he couldn’t really let sink in that Storm had killed two men. Right now, they had one thing that needed doing. One.
He somehow found the strength to bear Hollyn’s weight alone, and, with a hard tug, he launched Storm forward, ejecting her from the daze. She ran to the pot to grab both their bows and then rushed behind them, out the door, toward their horses.
“Forget slow. We have to ride hard now!” Brandyn ordered, tossing his sister over the back of his mule while he worked at freeing it from the pole. “We have to get as far from here as we can, or it’s over!”
Storm nodded, tugging fur
