CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURA Hungry Follower
I admit I felt surprised at Sorrel’s choice to follow. His quest for comfort dictated he should stay in the colony’s embrace. I did nothing to discourage his allegiance as I ran to my chamber and snatched up supplies for the journey. But I drew the line at his constant whining.
“You don’t know where you’re going!” he complained. “Again!”
“Then don’t come!” I mouthed back. I jabbed at his hip and the sword hanging there, waiting until he looked up at my face. “Join the guard and protect the people you love so much.” I formed the words so he couldn’t miss their meaning.
Sorrel shifted from foot to foot, unease in the tilt of his head. “I must come,” he whispered. “You rescued me from my stepfather and offered me hope.”
I ignored him, snatching up the
