Chapter 20
Gavi woke up to the sharp crack of a boot in the ribs.
“Ouch!” he said, sitting up in the doorway of the bakery he had chosen, only to get a cuff on the head. A man peered at him suspiciously.
“Worker slave, hey? Running away from your master? Get out of my way, I need to open up.”
The sky was barely tinged with pink, and Gavi cursed himself for choosing a bakery. Of course it would open early. His body felt as though the cart had run him over rather than simply dropping him off. He hadn’t slept properly for longer than he could remember. Aria had walked slowly but she had barely stopped to sleep, propelled by the wild energy of the arrow. He rolled the kinks out of his shoulders, longing for more sleep, then stood up.
The man was still staring at him, suspicion strong on h
