“Within seconds Payton was out of sight and the jennet began to lag, her strides uneven. “Hurry, hurry,” Apryll urged, but she heard the beast’s ragged breathing, knew the feisty little mare was spent. “Oh, for the love of St. Jude,” Apryll muttered, reining to a stop and sliding to the ground. Holding the reins in one hand she began to walk to let the animal cool down, only to realize the mare was favoring a foreleg. Now what? Apryll wondered as she continued to walk through the forest. They we...re far from the old inn where the soldiers from Serennog were to meet, farther yet from the castle. And there was a fairly good chance that Payton had ordered the men to gather elsewhere, at a hidden spot unbeknownst to Apryll.Payton’s plan was more treacherous than Apryll had imagined. To what lengths would he go? He’d already lied, betrayed her, stolen from Black Thorn and kidnapped the boy. He’d killed to make good his escape.Lost in her thoughts, she heard a rumble. Low. Far away.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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