CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LOCHLAN
“Oh my gosh, this is heaven. Loch, you gotta try this.” Brea’s voice drifted to him in the darkness. They’d ridden hard all afternoon and reached the hot springs near Loch Sol just as the sun began to set.
He’d sent scouts ahead with orders to make camp near the mud springs Loch Sol was famous for. Judging by the sounds Brea was making, it was worth the extra effort to find the springs. But his mind wasn’t on Loch Sol or even Brea who occupied his thoughts often of late. It was with his people.
“Seriously. This is like heaven.”
Something warm splattered across his back. “Did you just fling mud at me?”
“Yes. You should try relaxing. Brooding about your people now when you can’t help them yet isn’t doing you any good.”
“Are you suggesting I join you?”
“Are you
