-Liana-
“Are you finally going to tell me why your face was bruised after your meeting with Ralph?” I asked.
Jonah dropped his gear onto the ground and froze. We had decided to set up camp earlier today. After everything that had happened, we both needed a break from riding and the constant paranoia that something might leap from the shadows. At least I felt paranoid. Jonah’s true feelings were harder to read.
“Why do you keep asking me this?” he inquired. “We met. We talked.”
“And?” I pressed.
He slowly turned toward me and, to my shock, drew his sword. I took a step back, fearing he might be about to attack me for simply wanting to know what had happened to his face, which now had a yellowish tint.
“Relax, Your Highness,” he said. “I just think you should know how to handle a swor
