“I see them,” Bertrand’s voice was sharp and firm, all hints of playful adventure gone.
Maggie was blinking and sitting up before Selna rushed over to her and Tammond. “It’s time.”
The sun hung low in the sky, coloring the horizon a bright, dazzling red.
“This isn’t sunrise.” Maggie crept toward the edge of the cliff.
“He’s come early.” Bertrand’s face was dark. He looked older, harder, like a person Maggie had never met before. The adventurer was gone, replaced by a warrior with no fear of blood.
“We thought he would.” Tammond crouched at the edge of the cliff, peering out into the distance.
“I’m not surprised by it,” Bertrand said, “but it does make me dislike him even more.”
Maggie knelt beside Tammond, trying to make her tired eyes focus on what the others were seeing. In the fa
