Rakshana insignia. Carmen.
“Take me,” I say, for if I can get to Damion, he can help me with my friends.
I follow Ithal through the rain to where Freya waits. My legs are weak, and I stumble once or twice. Ithal’s eyes are so ringed in shadow they seem hollow.
“Where have you been?” I ask again. “Mother Elena has been terribly worried.”
“The men came for me.”
“Miller’s men? You must tell Inspector Kent! He will not let it stand,” I say, helping myself onto Freya’s back.
“Later. We must go to him now.”
He swings himself onto the horse, behind me, and I feel the coldness of him at my back. With a small kick to the horse’s flanks, we are off. Rain lashes my cheeks and soaks my hair as we gallop into the woods, turning left at the lake. The horse stops suddenly, spooked. She whinnies lo
