“Home.” I liked it when he said it.
Soren tugged me closer to him in the saddle as we took off.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
FYN
My blood boiled at the sight of him holding her in the saddle.
Soon we’d be free of him. As we rode through the castle gates, I knew it wasn’t soon enough.
The winding path had him clutching her closer to him. I had to keep reminding myself that it was the plan.
But every jolt of her in his saddle made it even more apparent that I couldn’t reach her fast enough if he did something he shouldn’t.
There were few things I trusted as we raced forward. I kept my eyes on her. Every time she looked back at me, I memorized the way she looked.
When we reached the nearest village, she climbed out of his saddle and pulled her sword free.
“The sun will sweep high before you make it to the divide. Don’t stop until you’re back in Nythrel.” Soren tossed a leather wrap to her and then raced off without looking back.
She swung the strap over her shoulder and darted toward me. “Curse it. I don’t know how to wear this thing.”
“I’ll help you with it.” I dismounted and reached for her. “Edward, keep watch.”
“I can get up on a horse, Fyn.” I had barely let her speak before I kissed her.
“You’re really here.” The look of longing in her eyes softened something within me.
I guided her hand over my heart. “I’m here.”
“If we’re ever going to make it we have to get going,” Edward said.
“We’re going.” I just got out of prison, had just been able to hold her again, and now we would race the sun and everything depended on it.
Even the moon’s glow wasn’t enough to illuminate the way. Trust had to guide us far more than I would have liked.
Edward insisted he knew these roads, but as our horses raced down the path, I wasn’t so sure I shared his certainty.
There was no choice.
She couldn’t go back.
I wouldn’t let them take her.
The sheath of her sword pressed into my chest as we raced on. I tugged it to the side.
“What are you doing?” She cried.
“Getting closer to you.” I yelled as the wind smacked us both in the face. “Nothing will be comfortable.” It didn’t matter, though. She was with me.
And in hours we would be free.
As we took a sharp curve, her hand braced my thigh.
“Sorry!” She tugged it back.
Being this close to her was absolutely undoing me. Her warmth swelled through me.
