“So.”
Second watch with Caleb again. It’s mercifully quiet, the fields vast and cold and empty. The moons hang overhead and light everything up silver. It’s flat for miles. If anything sneaks up on them, they’ll see it coming, and nothing’s tried so far. Peaceful, except for how Beau is about to lose her fucking mind.
“You think we’re still gonna be heroes when we get back to Rosahna? Or is this another government that we pissed off?” She tosses her staff in the air and catches it again, just to give her hands something to do. “ ‘Cause I’m not feeling great about our chances. Unless you have another miracle you can pull out of the haversack.”











