FIVE
TREI’S EYES DARTED between the traders, all his senses alert to their every movement. Keeping watch of five men was hard. The constant sense of apprehension in the pit of his stomach, the nights he spent sleepless because of the perpetual worry.
But what was he supposed to do? This wasn’t about being right anymore. It was about preventing something terrible from happening, something everyone else refused to believe in. He couldn’t afford to miss any sign of whatever nefarious plans these so-called traders had. Or his city would pay for it.
Trying to comfort himself, he brushed his hand along the hilt of his sword. There was something about the feel of the metal beneath his skin. The pleasure of having such a weapon was still new for him, the weight of it on his hip still strange.
