Amber couldn’t resist smiling at the face Crystal made, barely glancing at the slow drip from the savage’s wound. “Let’s get moving. If we’re not leaving a decent enough trail, we can always do something about it along the way.” Not that she was exactly sure what they could do. Stabbing one of the unconscious savages seemed wrong. She checked on Rian. “We’re heading towards Brigitte’s castle now.” She helped Crystal with a travois, Keeley and Treon each dragging one in the direction of the castle.
“I’ll keep them busy a little longer,” Rian said.
“Don’t do anything crazy,” Amber warned.
“I believe it is you who normally needs such a warning.”
She grinned at the humour she could hear in his tone, her grin fading when she stumbled. The travois wasn’t easy to drag through the forest. It
