CHAPTER SIX
Broderick rode beside the Necromancer. She knew the way and so he was resigned to just following her lead. He had wanted to retrieve his own horses, but she said they would need a faster way of getting to Ravendale. “These horses are for work, we need some for traveling,” she had informed him.
He didn’t think it mattered as long as they were on the road. The stables where he had dropped off his wagon also had horses for sale. When he attempted to pay, the stable master refused payment. “I heard what you did for that sick boy,” he said with a smile. “It’s my honor to help you.” Broderick wasn’t prone to getting attention from anyone other than beautiful ladies. His blonde hair and green eyes were enough to drive a woman mad with lust but add into that equation his well-muscled
