Jace
I looked at the small furious woman standing in front of me with her carpet bag and her blazing eyes and her absolute certainty that she was going anywhere I was going whether I liked it or not.
There was no time to argue.
“Keep up,” I said, and walked into the trees.
She kept up.
Behind me I could hear the muffled protests of the restrained guards, Cutter and Pike moving efficiently through their tasks, and Bram making the particular sounds of a man trying to recover his dignity after being felled by a piece of luggage. Ahead of me the forest closed in, dark and dense and mercifully quiet.
Kaida, for her part, was giving the performance of her life.
She kicked. She screamed. She pounded her fists against my back with considerable enthusiasm and at one point landed a blow on my
