19
The Heretic
Thrown off his feet as the wagon left the path, Petra felt his elbow hit Amlinn in the jaw, but he only had a second to feel badly about that before he felt a lot worse. Both of them tumbled to the floor of the sunwagon. She fell on top of him, driving her knee into his groin.
Agony constricted his throat, limiting him to a strangled grunt that hardly did the sensation justice. Stomach heaving, he clung to one of the wooden posts of the firejar shelving with one hand, doubled over, swallowing hard to keep from throwing up, praying to Vekrin for the pain to subside.
Just twenty minutes before, he had been riding through the forest on a beautiful day, Amlinn asleep on his shoulder. He focused on that now, reaching for that feeling of contentment to take his mind off the pa
