Chapter 4Frye watched Markle start off down the road, his shoulders slumped. Apparently, Frye had hit a nerve. Why? The kid was cute enough, and sweet. Was it really his bad luck?
Frye hurried to catch up. He thought of linking arms again, but Markle would likely pull away. Frye didn’t want to put himself in that position. He hated being rebuffed.
They continued on in silence, like they had for most of the day.
Frye had his own brand of bad luck, but that threat led him to savor every moment. It wouldn’t be long before Sabriea’s followers caught up to him. They’d kill him like they had his family. For now, he lived. And he wouldn’t let Markle’s sour attitude ruin his.
The road turned to paved cobble with the appearance of a waist high rock wall. It stretched east, stopping less than a
