CHAPTER THREE
Back at the market, Sarah and the others stand near the tent into the namuh market.
Rayden reaches for the tent flap, stopping short, and turns his gaze above and behind him.
A deep beating catches Peter and Sarah’s attention.
Gusts of wind push down, surrounding them. Loose bits of dirt move and swirl through the air.
Sarah and Peter follow his gaze and shield their faces.
Three figures. Six large white wings. They descend, blocking the sun the closer they get. Coming into full view, they hover above the ground for a few seconds, landing their bare feet on the packed dirt path without a sound.
Sarah’s voice comes out nothing more than a whisper. "Engels." She stares at their masses of ruffling and settling feathers as the men look around.
Rayden lets out a short, bre
