Chapter Twenty
Tyson knew he shouldn’t return to the woods where the outlaws lived. There would be no warm welcome for a prince among thieves in the middle of the night.
The criminal who escaped his mother’s death sentence had things to answer for.
The small huts they called home came into view in the middle of a clearing. No candles burned at this hour. Some of these men and women would be following Anders no doubt, but there was one Tyson hoped was home.
It was time they faced each other. Despite still being weak from using so much magic, the thought of facing John Little didn’t frighten him. Tyson had confronted many worse people in his life.
He barely saw anything else as he made his way to John’s home and slammed his heavy boot into the door. Wood splintered. He kicked again, and
