Chapter Fourteen
Helena felt eyes on her with every movement as she slid into the bench at the village tavern. A young woman with bright eyes and auburn hair twisted into a bun appeared at their table.
Her eyes fell on Edmund and Tyson. “Rumor is you two were across the border.”
She gestured to a small man darting between tables, and he appeared carrying a tray laden with mugs of ale.
As soon as he set them in front of the boys, the tension surrounding them snapped.
Edmund sighed as he lifted the cup to his lips. Dell and Landon drank half of theirs in one gulp. Tyson, moving more slowly, eyed the young woman.
Helena didn’t touch the cup in front of her.
“Lana.” Tyson seemed to be the only one still focused on her question. “Crossing the border isn’t anything new for me.”
Lana lean
