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My feet hurt and I was tired of all the walking, but the Darsana were determined to catch up to the slavers. We’d wasted a lot of time hunting and eating the Meeru, but Janssen told me that they hadn’t eaten meat for days and couldn’t keep going on fruit alone.
The men at the front of our group stopped suddenly and I nearly ran into Rihyan. I was about to ask why they’d stopped, but the sound of footsteps ahead answered my question.
The Darsana raised their weapons and I moved so I could see past Rihyan’s broad shoulders. A group of men emerged from the undergrowth with their arms up to show they were unarmed — only, that wasn’t true. They had weapons partially hidden in holsters around their waists. They may have been dressed in skins, but they definitely weren’t natives.
My heart
