“She’s close, maybe a mile or so,” Randolph murmured a half hour later.
“Remember, protect Sammy,” Dust instructed before he faded.
“Damn,” Randolph muttered in a shaky breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him doing that.”
“It was pretty freaky the first few times,” Sammy replied with a shrug. “Now, it seems normal.”
“I don’t know what normal is anymore,” Randolph confessed, staring up at the sky. “It looks like another storm is coming. Maybe she’ll seek shelter.”
Sammy shook her head and gazed out over the dark gray rolling clouds. Green lightning flashed in the distance, creating a spider web of light that faded almost as quickly as it appeared. Her fingers tightened around the bow in her left hand. She casually reached up and pulled an arrow out of the sheath strapped to he
