26
Departure
Amlinn tossed and turned on her narrow cot. She should have known better than to trust a follower of Vekrin. Petra had clearly thrown his lot in with Denthold, the man he’d pretended to consider a Heretic. He’d helped Denthold build that monstrous “Liberator.” He wouldn’t help Amlinn escape. He didn’t want to escape. And without him . . .
It galled her to admit it, but without Petra, she could do nothing.
When at last she slept, she dreamed of Clan Therra’s camp, but in her dream, the Fence had fallen, and Nightdwellers with red eyes and bloody fangs and claws rampaged among the wagons, rending and tearing the flesh of the Freefolk.
A knock on the side of the wagon startled her awake. When she poked her head out into the morning sunlight, she blinked in surprise. Her guar
