BRENNAN
With everyone healed, including Kiera, we were back on our horses by midday. It wouldn’t be a full day of travel, but it was far more than I had thought we would get in. Still, all I could do was watch Kiera. She kept rubbing her arms and legs. Any of her joints. At one point, I watched her put a hand to her hip with a hiss, as if a sharp pain had just torn through it. Something was definitely wrong. And she wasn’t willing to take painkillers for it.
I moved up next to her and leaned over. “Are you alright?”
As if she had just noticed what she was doing, she stopped rubbing her hip and gripped the reins with both hands. “I’m fine. Why?”
Biting my tongue, I shook my head, as if it was nothing. I didn’t want to force her to tell me. She had spent too many years with her choices t
