“A smile crosses my face a split second before I shove my elbow back into the hard abdomen of the guy behind me. He grunts and drops his blade. “Holy crap, Illyria. What’d you do that for?” I spin and shove Eamon back onto the ground, laughing as he clutches his bruised stomach. “You started it.” He rolls onto his side, his threadbare jacket soaking up the thin layer of snow that fell on the mountain overnight. “You knew it was me?” “Of course I did.” Offering my hand to help him up, I winc...e as he pulls against my arm. I feel fresh blood spread along my side and work to keep the pain from my face. If Eamon discovers that I’m injured, he will tear down the entire City looking for the guy who hurt me. Eamon brushes himself off before stepping back, his frown already deeply set in place. I drop my gaze. “I’d ask where you went but I’d be a fool not to know.” I peek up at him through locks of grimy hair. I stumbled a few times on my way up the mountain, adding a couple clumps of mud and decaying leaves to the gnarled mess. Normally I can hold my own against our leader, Toren, on the steep slopes, and that’s saying a lot considering he’s the fastest runner I know, but I’m bone weary today. “I was right.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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