Animals are closer to nature than we are, that much I knew. They had dealt with a dangerous predator in the area for generations, but instinctively they knew he was gone. I heard birds chirping in the tree nearby, celebrating the death of Desmond Gracen like many others had already done decades earlier.
I couldn’t really guess who the king would send. Edric had failed to bring me back before, but he was one of the few people who knew what I looked like. I couldn’t imagine Mark Motenburg being the man assigned to bring me back, nor did I see that responsibility befall any of the soldiers I had briefly met before the coven house.
Maybe I was lying to myself. I knew it would be Edric, it simply had to be. If the king didn’t want to send him out, Edric would come on his own accord. He was l
