CHAPTER NINE
Garrick mulled over the old woman’s words as he sipped water from his canteen. They were still hard to believe. She had given them new canteens of water, and a new tent, before pushing on through the desert with her wooden cart.
He marveled at how she had survived out here, especially being blind. He looked at Kelvin. The man was ignoring him. Garrick sighed. At least the man wasn’t intent on killing him now.
“I’m sorry,” Garrick said.
Kelvin looked at him but remained silent.
“For not telling you.”
Kelvin turned away.
“I’ll explain everything if you let me. There is a reason I bear the Mark, and it is not what you likely think. I am not one of his mindless pawns.”
“Tell me,” Kelvin answered. He did not turn around.
“Very well. Please know that you will be the first p
