Chapter Six
Rain enveloped the group on the second day’s ride. Dell pushed wet hair from his face and kept his eyes trained on Helena’s back. She was wrong. Anger wasn’t the only way to fight. He’d heard everything Etta taught Len, but didn’t think anger was the point of her lessons.
“Ty,” Edmund barked. “Aren’t you going to do something about this?” He glanced to the sky as another deluge struck them.
“Oh.” Tyson shrugged. “I guess I could.”
Dell startled as the rain stopped. No, it didn’t stop. The patter of it hitting the ground still sounded around them but it was as if the water bent out from where they rode. Like a shield had been placed around the group.
Helena gasped moments before Dell too felt the water drain from his clothing.
“Are you doing this?” he asked the young princ
