“He was unconscious,” she suddenly blurted out.“That’s why I didn’t feel him.He’s...he’s confused.He’s hurt.”She jerked unexpectedly, and a tear ran down her cheek.“Oh, God, they hurt him so terribly.”
“Why did they take him prisoner?” Fortune questioned aloud.“Since when do Bloods take prisoners?”
“Not prisoners,” Atty corrected him.She blinked, and it was as if a veil dropped from her face.She turned a bright, clear, if somewhat sad pair of eyes in her friend’s direction.“There’s nearly a hundred of our men with them.”
“What?”
“What?”
What?Not realizing he’d pulled up the mare and stopped the wagon, Renken was surprised when Atty reached over and slapped his hands.“Don’t stop this caravan!” she heatedly ordered.The ex-mercenary was quick to obey.
“Repeat what you just said,” MaGrat
