Chapter 24 Philippe
After three days of riding, a sandstorm, and too few flasks of water, they had reached the heart of Dark One territory. Philippe’s shirt was stiff with sweat and sand. The rough texture left the skin of his sides, already tender from the cracked rib, raw. He felt little stabs of pain each time the fabric brushed his skin.
Someone had decided after the sandstorm that had rushed over them, to keep him and Shauna together. They were easier to keep track of. Philippe didn’t mind. They were each bound to their own horse, and the two horses’ halters tied together. So, if one of their horses went off, they both would. It had already proved to be a poor idea with Shauna’s skittish horse taking the lead on more than one occasion.
He glanced over at Shauna. Her mouth was pres
