Chapter Fourteen
Kal was the first up. The sun was still sleeping, and the creatures of the woods hadn’t begun their pre-dawn warbling. He tended to the fire and let Marl and Callista sleep.
The urge to run his hand over his scarred scalp was one he was fighting. He’d never been the most handsome guy in the bar, but he’d been good enough to spend the cold nights wrapped in someone else’s arms. Would he frighten them all off, now?
As he wandered off through the dark of the forest with only a vague idea of where Marl had gone to refill the water. He chastised himself for heading into the unknown of the cave without being more careful.
How many times had Marl warned him about the dangers of running into situations blindly?
Kal tripped over a branch and hit the ground with a thud.
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