Chapter NineteenAlaric rubbed over his face, listening as the argument raged around him. He was tired of the politics, of the arguing, and the weight that it all put on his shoulders. He had never wished he could just run away more than he had since Mason left.
“The snow is already melting. The state road is mostly clear. It isn't going to be long before we're at risk.” Riley said, crossing his arms. “We have to do something before the 8th Battalion finds us again.”
“Let them come,” Bryan said. “Every patrol we make disappear means fewer men from them to attack us with.”
“I don't like the idea of killing,” Marcy said, cradling her infant son. “We never agreed to killing.”
Alaric sighed and lifted his head, sympathetic with the feeling. “We might not have a choice. We can't risk any sco
