Chapter 113

Chapter One Hundred Thirteen

Without threats, the trek through the woods was almost pleasant. It wasn’t just cooler but quieter, so that their hurried steps seemed loud. Under the bright moonlight, the black verticals of trees didn’t hide imminent threat, the gentle breeze didn’t carry the smell of sulfur or ammonia or rot.

Rather than hold a single position in the formation, Connor circulated among the team, offering encouragement and gauging each person’s condition.

And when necessary, he called for rests, despite Selen’s agitation.

Yes, it slowed their progress, but it was rewarded by a more consistent pace over time and a better rested team.

That was going to mean a lot, he was sure.

When they reached the edge of the woods, he dropped to a knee beside Kalpana. “You ready for this?”

She snorted. “A little late to ask.”

“I know. Are you?”

In answer, she hopped up and strolled downhill, hips swaying.