Harold watched Lark stalk away into the trees. He was tired. So tired. And this journey had only just begun.
“Have Shamira lead a couple men to follow and protect, but from a distance. She needs time,” he ordered before turning back to Conan and Raphael.
Conan’s gaze followed Lark’s disappearing figure with a severe expression. “Will she be all right?”
Harold realized all of his men were waiting intently for his answer.
“I’m not sure,” he answered truthfully. “But can you blame her? She’s been through so much. Too much. All we can do is wait and be here when she is ready to accept us. For the moment, let’s make sure you are going to be all right.”
“She did the hard part,” Raphael said with awe. “There’s no trace of blue rad!”
Normally, getting rid of the radiation from a laser wound
