Chapter 28
ISANDOR RAISED his head enough to see over the back of the front seat.
Outside the truck, Milleus faced the Knights across at least ten paces of muddy ground. Only a few drops of rain were still falling down. The wind chased wisps of mist and smoke past him.
The Knights stood quiet, holding crossbows. They had all the time in the world. They had the refugees surrounded and wouldn’t do anything that would risk their advantage.
Jevaithi looked at him with wide eyes, her face a pale oval in the sparse light.
The other refugees were still under or behind the truck, forming a living wall between the Knights and their queen. Isandor could hear their voices. Even so, Isandor didn’t think their presence would be enough to stop the Knights if they set their mind to reaching the truc
