*Fynn*
The morning came too early. I slept fitfully for the second night in a row. As much as the sunlight from the previous day had fueled me deep into my core, I was still blearily tired as I crawled out of the covers.
Sage hadn't moved. I was a little concerned she might have died until I saw the smooth rise and fall of her chest, breathing deep and steady in her sleep.
We were almost to the town where my men were supposed to be meeting me. I had been separated looking for a rogue messenger weeks ago, and they should have made their way there by now. I was going to be the last to arrive, I was sure, because of my little detours.
Was that all Sage was?
I felt confident after our … conversation last night that she could actually be telling the truth. She might not be a spy from Evang
