CHAPTER 17
Brygida clung to Stefan as they charged through the wood on horseback, with Julian bound and settled over Stefan’s lap. The last rays of twilight hobbled through the oaks, withering down to dregs upon the undergrowth.
“Hurry, Stefan. Hurry,” she bade him.
“Hyah!” he urged, leaning forward as they sped along the deer path. “Demon, show us what you’re made of!”
Fingers buried in Demon’s black mane, Stefan ducked as they flew with a renewed burst of speed. Brygida pressed her cheek to Stefan’s back, wincing against the low-hanging leaves and boughs.
Please, please… She prayed silently, pleading with Dażbóg to lend them the wealth of His golden sun-shield just a while longer.
A shudder rode along Stefan’s spine and rippled by her face.
The deer path opened to the lake’s hollo
