Chapter 13: Flight From Alyris
“Move,” Byrin says, pushing Selmas behind him. “I’ve got this.” To Gwynfor, he says, “You can’t take him back.”
“Can’t I?” Gwynfor asks. She raises an eyebrow, but there’s something in her stare that doesn’t seem threatening. Her body language is too loose, for one thing.
“You can’t,” Byrin repeats confidently, squaring his shoulders in an attempt to look larger than he actually is, which might work on anyone else, but Gwynfor just shoves him to the side with more force than is probably necessary. Byrin falls over with a grunt, and then it’s just Selmas, and even though Gwynfor is a good few inches shorter than him, he still feels very small compared to her.
“You won’t be going any farther,” she repeats. “Not without me.”
“What?” Selmas says.
“What?” Byrin asks from the ground. “You’re not going to stop us?”
“No,” Gwynfor says, “I’m going with you.”