Jace
I had been in position since before dawn.
Greymore Forest was good cover — dense and dark, the old trees pressing close to the road on both sides, their roots buckling the packed earth in places where years of neglect had let nature take back what civilization had claimed. A man who knew what he was doing could stand ten feet from the road and be completely invisible. I knew what I was doing.
My three companions, unfortunately, knew somewhat less.
“Stop moving,” I said, without turning my head.
Behind me, Bram went still. For about thirty seconds. Then he shifted his weight again, and the undergrowth rustled.
“Bram.”
“My foot’s gone to sleep,” he whispered.
“Then suffer quietly,” I said.
To my left, Cutter and Pike were mercifully silent, which either meant they had taken my
