Shadow’s gait was smooth, probably the smoothest Rory had experienced, not that his mind was particularly focused on such matters. He just wanted…needed to get away. And judging by the steady cantor, so did Shadow. Rory didn’t know where to go, didn’t really care. He just let Shadow go wherever. It didn’t matter to him, so long as it was far away from Zane and…her. They followed trails, skirted fields, rode alongside streams almost bursting their banks with the snow melt and recent rains. He rode through woods, went up and down hills. All the while Rory’s mind was numb, blessedly empty. So long as he didn’t think, he didn’t have to face up to what had happened.
Several things seemed to occur at once, although time appeared to slow down. They emerged from thick woodland. A herd of wild dee
