Chapter 105
"Did you see him?"
As soon as we left Old Man's Den and were in the relative safety of the Slipjoint Forest, that was the first question out of Shay's mouth. We rode in the back of her carriage, with Grady and Thomas driving it. Gibby lay bundled in Shay's arms, still a little feverish but asleep, with Ribbons purring softly on her stomach. Sasha leaned her head against my chest, watching them through sleepy eyes.
"No." The darkness in the back of the carriage shadowed my face and hopefully hid my lie as well. "We haven't seen him."
I couldn't bear to tell her about seeing Lager smiling at the prospect of selling slaves at Margin's town hall or that he'd slammed the butt of his gun into Lee's head. She was so blinded toward him, she wouldn't believe me anyway.