It was a constant fight as we rode, for me not to press my hand against the mark on my neck. I knew no one could see in anymore. All of my injuries had healed. I couldn’t remember the last time I didn’t have a bruise.
I had drunk my tea quickly before we left, not willing to risk this newly healed feeling I had, but my stomach was turning as the day went on, and I felt my joints starting to ache. I frowned at the feeling. This was what the drink was supposed to stop. Why wasn’t it working?
Tarrin was riding beside me again. Brennan had taken off to the front of the pack and had stayed there all day. He seemed determined to ignore me even more than usual, as if he worried I would interpret any attention as him wanting more from me. He didn’t have to worry about that. He had made it very c
