CHAPTER ELEVEN
HE MOVED QUIETLY THROUGH the camp, keeping a close eye on the two people sleeping under the tree. For a brief moment, he was tempted just to kill them both.
Just slit their throats while they slept.
But you didn’t go after one of the Honeybun clan unless you were prepared to look over your shoulder to your dying day. And that day would probably come much more quickly than you’d anticipated.
No. It was better this way. If he could pull it off.
If not, then he’d kill both of them and deal with the consequences later. He slipped the glass bottle into Godric’s backpack and stood up, casting one last glance at the couple on the ground before turning and melting wearily back into the shadows.
He was getting too old for all this crap.
Half a mile away, he climbed onto the di
