“f**k off,” Yowan snapped, acknowledging Constantine for the first time since he had appeared. “Stay and fight them alone if you want, then. The mages need to go. The Order can’t get to them; we need to get them out of here.”
“And you’d be going with them, is that it?” Constantine asked, and he continued to speak even after the older man whipped his head around to stab him with a venomous glare. “That desperation to save your skin first is going to be the death of you. Use your head, old man. There’s no way you can outrun an army when you have cargo. They’re on horseback.”
“Worry about your own skin, boy,” Yowan snarled, but those were the only words he spared the other man before turning back to Yezia. “These mages need to leave. And they need to leave now.” He hitched the limp body he
