“Spread out and check every shadow,” Shawe’s voice said.
“She’s gotta be here somewhere,” Gregor said. “My c**k’s itching—only does that when a naked p***y is near.”
Lissa’s heart hammered against her ribs. She clamped her tear-drenched eyes shut and held her breath. Thank you, she whispered in her mind, whoever made the rules, thank you for not letting them have lanterns or dogs to sniff out my scent.
Their twig-snapping feet were moving away to each side as they searched behind every tree, felt the ground in every shadow. Somehow, miraculously, they had missed her.
Thank you, thank you. Lissa murmured her gratitude with silent lips, her cheeks glistening with tears.
The voices faded, moving away in the distance along the river. She waited, listening with every fiber of her body. The
