45 Shauna
Philippe holds his arm out. His hand is an angry ball of fire, the liquid-like flame dropping beneath his horse’s hooves into the grass below. He’s lucky it had rained the last few days, or the entire plain would be up in flames. As it is, the dry grass sizzles to black curls.
“What is he doing?” Manon asks, clinging to the sides of the wagon as it bumps and bangs across the plain.
“I don’t know. Whatever it is, it is either brilliant or really stupid.” Philippe’s horse looks terrified.
The Dark Ones behind them turn at the sound of the horse’s hooves. At the sight of the flames sparking on the ground, two split off and turn to him while the last three continue after her.
Where are you going?
I jump on the bench seat at the sound of him in my mind again. Damn it, I wish t
