Chapter Twenty-TwoFinleac looked upward, where the two ravens were circling against a bright sky. “These birds have been with us for days,” he said cheerfully.
The men and women at his back laughed with him. “They are making sure that we don't get lost,” a red-haired woman named Breana said.
“That may be true,” Finleac said. “I feel that we've been riding around these blasted hills for ever, Breana.”
“Yes, my lord,” Breana said. “And it has been such a tiresome journey.” She laughed again, tossing her hair over her right shoulder.
“I suppose there have been compensations,” Finleac said.
“You suppose!” Breana pouted. “I shall remind you of your supposition later, Lord Finleac, when you crave my company tonight.”
Finleac turned away, hiding his smile. “There are other women,” he said.
