7
Red
“Are you going to keep avoiding her?”
I groaned. If we weren’t on horseback, I would have leapt at Lennox and punched his nose for stoking the fire raging inside me.
“Just … shut up,” I said, trying to focus on the road. I glanced ahead at the orange glow the setting sun cast over the road. It was our second day riding to the coast. We pushed the horses as fast as we could for as long as we could, and gave them frequent breaks.
Lennox and I pulled up the front, keeping everyone’s pace up. And all the while, Blair rode at the back of the party, with Sage beside her. At night, when we stopped, she camped several yards away from us. That had bothered me. Instead of sleeping, I tossed and turned on my mat, thinking sea elves or wild animals would attack her, and I would be too late
