Chapter 5
Early the next morning Katrina packed their things, unswayed by Richard’s dour face and his incessant attempts to persuade her to change her mind.
“Richard, I have to go. What if they need help?”
“What kind of help can we offer? We have nothing…” He bit on his lip, his jaw tense, and she had to suppress a smile at the amount of self-restraint he exercised not to blow up at her. She could understand him, partly.
It was an outright dangerous, even insane, undertaking to cross the freshly liberated stronghold to find her relatives. But in this ugly war where so many had died, she would feel like a fraud if she didn’t go above and beyond to help a friend who might be in need. For all she knew, their village could have been bombed to the ground during the siege.
“Look. What would
