"Constantine, please."
"Stop crying. Get out of my way.”
Who the hell did he think was crying, Vica wanted to hiss, but she contained her steadily growing irritation and continued in her valiant efforts to make Constantine pay attention. “Will you look at me for one damn second -”
“No. Yezia, handle her.”
Handle! Handle, he said. Vica looked around for the nearest object she could grab and bean him over the head with. It was only Yezia who stilled her hand, head shaking. “There’s no time,” the woman said. “Their dogs will catch Bren’s scent if he stays any longer. And you need to leave too, or else you’ll become yet another one of their targets.”
“Skirt the edge of the Yrol and keep going until you run into a smaller village, one that isn’t big enough to hold an Order outpost,” Yowan
