CHAPTER 22
Although the sky slowly morphed from black into a violet purple before finally transforming into a light, sapphire blue, the rising sun was blocked by mountain peaks behind them.
Mykal wore leather straps over his shoulders and insisted on hauling the stretcher. Geneva held onto Daniel’s arm and guided the nearly non-responsive man along the narrow trail. Blodwyn and Gembert followed along, keeping an eye on ridges and below. When surviving warriors reported back to whomever was in charge, coupled with billowing smoke from the fire, more would be dispatched. After the first attack, Mykal wasn’t positive they’d been targeted. Now, he had no clue.
Someone wanted them dead. Or him. It was hard not taking it personally.
Mykal couldn’t find time for enjoying the view. The visible
