‘Myst!’ Sastra threw her arms around the man, holding him tight. Even with all the chaos and confusion down by the farmstead, he wrapped his own arm around her waist. She inhaled the scent of him, the musk and wildness that she’d come to associate with her Knight.
‘Jason, what’s going on?’ She clung to him, ‘I’ve been so worried about you?’
He drew back enough to look down into her face, his sword was drawn in his other hand. The metal catching in the light, ‘where have you been?’ he asked. His voice tight with worry. His brows were drawn as he stared at her. ‘
‘Your horse appeared hours ago, but there was no sign of you?’ His fingers curled around her shoulders, gripping tightly.
‘I-’ Sastra swallowed the words that lined up on her tongue, how could she explain the trail of magic? Ho
