CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURThe Queen of the Summer
“Stop! Stop!” Tender knees bore the brunt of my fall.
Exasperated, Sorrel let go of my wrist. “Yer can’t run forward while looking back!” he chastised. “This happens!” He flapped his hand at the rip in my breeches and the red blood seeping through. He glanced up at the ridge but showed no sign of having seen Limah. When I followed his gaze, I saw empty grey skies laden with more snow.
“Where did he go?”
Sorrel’s brow knitted. “Did yer bang your head, Este? My father disturbed a nest of bees and they attacked him. He’s far behind us now.”
“No, not him.” I dragged myself upright and scoured the barren landscape above the canopy of trees adorning the ridge. “Limah. Where is Limah?”
Sorrel’s eyes darkened to the colour of cocoa. “The Master? How
