CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Kendrick galloped on the dusty road, Atme at his side, charging into a horizon brewing with thick, gathering storm clouds. The sky thundered again and again, threatening rain. In the distance, finally coming into view, was the village the woman had told them about, and Kendrick was flooded with relief. It could not have come a moment sooner.
They had been riding for hours, and Kendrick's apprehension deepened as they continued farther from the safety of Silesia and closer towards the oncoming army, out there somewhere, heading right for them. Kendrick only hoped they could find the village, find the girl, and get back before Andronicus’ men reached them—and before Silesia’s gates closed on them.
Kendrick knew this was a reckless mission; yet he also knew this mission
