“Can I sit here?” I asked Slade, who was sharpening his axe.
“Of course.” He set down his axe and patted the spot on the blanket beside him.
I sank down beside him with a weary sigh. “Thanks. It’s been a long day.”
“Been a long week.”
“True. But between fighting off soldiers, helping prisoners escape, and running up and down mountains, I’m feeling especially weary.” I leaned back on my hands, stretching my legs out. “Do you think the Resistance members got away safely?”
“I hope so. Our escape this morning might have helped distract the soldiers who would have followed them.”
I hadn’t thought of that, but I nodded. “How did you know about that Resistance hideout?”
He ran a hand along his dark beard. “I used to be part of the Resistance.”
“You were?” I blinked at him. “Did you fight
