Kaida
I lasted approximately four minutes in the trees before I couldn’t stand it anymore. I swung my leg over the horse’s neck and slid down, taking care to land on my good ankle. I turned and passed the reins to Maggie.
Maggie laid her hand on my wrist. Her expression said very clearly that I had been told to stay hidden and should stay hidden.
I agreed with her in principle.
In practice I could hear voices on the trail — Jace’s, low and controlled, and another one that stopped my heart in my chest.
Riley.
I was moving before I had decided to move. Maggie’s hand fell away, and my feet carried me through the undergrowth toward the trail. My bound ribs made every step a negotiation and the swollen ankle put me on the losing end.
I came through the treeline and stopped.
Jace was sta
