Chapter Fifteen
Searon and his companions narrowly missed being intercepted by the Ikchani as they raced north out of their camp. As their horses fled from the camp, the Ikchani were close behind, loosing arrows and bolts. Thankfully, none of the bolts or arrows intercepted any of Searon’s men. Searon held tightly onto the prisoner in front of him as he balanced the two of them on the gelding. She was tied and gagged as securely as he’d been able to manage with the limited time he’d had.
Sh’on rode close beside him. He periodically glanced behind them to ensure their safety. They galloped for several hours before they switched to walking the horses the rest of the way north. Searon could only hope they hadn’t worn out the horses. He knew if he still had Stripes, he would have been fine.
