15
Tickling Trout
Amlinn glared at Petra’s stiff back, retreating across the darkening camp. A Priest-Apprentice of Vekrin, criticizing the Freefolk? How dare he!
How dare he what? Tell the truth?
Her rage vanished. He had been kidnapped. He had decided to help the Freefolk because he believed Denthold had to be stopped. He had risked betraying his vows.
And because the Freefolk wouldn’t trust him, it had all been for naught.
Petra disappeared into his tent. Amlinn hurried after him. He looked up as she put her head through the flap. “What do you want?” he snapped.
Her lips tightened at his tone, and her fists clenched. She came within a hair of turning and striding away, but instead, she took a deep breath, pushed down her anger, unclenched her fists, lowered her head, and crawled
