CHAPTER NINETEEN
We scurried out the door, leaving behind the tip. I could see what had the woman worried. The clouds on the horizon had already reached the outskirts of town, courtesy of a blustery wind. The gale cut through my clothes and felt as cold as ice.
Ferox stood nearby with his hooves clapping the hard ground. “We were hardly gone more than twenty minutes,” Ben countered as we climbed aboard.
The horse neighed his disagreement before he shot off down the road.
Normally Ferox’s fury would have garnered a smile from me, but my thoughts lay elsewhere. More specifically, to the conversation we’d had with the young Feormere.
“A bent shadow,” I mused as we rolled down the street with a heavy sack slung over the back of the small carriage. The bag bulged with all the goodies
