Seven
That wasn’t anywhere near an adequate description, and she knew it.
Although, in truth, Ryann hadn’t given her own feelings much thought. Like Cathal, she had a job to do. The crew were her priority, and now she had to lead them safely through the forest. She had no time for emotions.
There was a hint of a rebuke in Cathal’s words, but she’d let that pass.
she answered, knowing just what he needed to hear.
That was almost encouragement, although she couldn’t decipher if he was referring to the weather or the warths.
The forest was rich with trails, crossing through the undergrowth. One tasted of old age, with the flavour of decay waiting to pounce, a taste that Ryann had learnt to associate with death. That wasn’t always a bad thing, though, and she reminded herself that all
