Chapter Eleven
Marl rode in silence, though he was no longer upset about Callista tagging along. He’d lost his archer, and while she wasn’t an equal replacement, she was competent. Along with that, she’d grown on him.
There was something about the exuberance of youth that was infectious. Callista could barely contain her excitement at heading out into the world on an adventure. At her age, life was forever, even if he was leading her to a possible early death.
In the back of Marl’s mind, he kept having one thought that gave him solace. The silver witch was a seer, and her insistence made him think that she knew something he did not. It was best to listen to Raina when she gives suggestions, as she was rarely wrong.
The day was hot. The horses needed a break, so they got off at a creek
