whom Never laid across the space where he’d planned to sleep. “She’s beyond exhaustion. She might not survive the night or she might recover with rest – I can’t be sure.” Adrenaline surged through his veins; his weariness was banished. “Luis keep watch. Tsolde, water,” he said, then pointed to Vantinio. “Are those horses nearby?”
“Near enough.”
“Bring them – we need real shelter.”
Vantinio nodded and slipped away.
Tsolde provided a flask, which Never used to dribble water across Elina’s cracked lips. He poured a little more and she swallowed reflexively. He stopped. Too much would be dangerous.
“Do we trust Vantinio?” Luis asked from where he stood nearby, facing the darkness.
“For a time,” Never said.
“We’ll have to rearrange our watch,” Tsolde observed.
“True. But I think we can
