Dante was a dead man.
Midnight chose the pace and Aurelius let him, jaw locked and his grip too tight on the reins. Branches scraped his arms as they passed. He didn't bother moving out of their way.
He had whispered three sentences. Three. Get them out. I'll buy time with Drey. Wait for me. A clear, reasonable instruction that required, at a bare minimum, someone to wait for him before doing anything catastrophic.
What Dante had heard, apparently, was do it right now, take hostages, steal horses and announce your departure loudly.
Aurelius exhaled through his nose and kept riding.
That absolute, reckless and crazy—
He dragged his thoughts back before they could finish the sentence for the fifth time. It didn't matter. What mattered was getting to them before Jordan untangled what ha
