Not allowing herself to register the pain,
Elide ran the few steps to Farasha and leaped.
Lorcan’s hand gripped the back of her
jacket, the breath going from her as her
stomach hit the unforgiving lip of the saddle,
and Elide clawed for purchase.
The strength in Lorcan’s arm didn’t waver
as he pulled her almost across his lap. As he
grunted in pain while she righted herself.
But she made it. Got her legs on either side
of the horse, and took up the reins. Lorcan
looped his arm around her waist, his
brutalized body a solid mass at her back.
Elide at last dared to look at the dam. A ruk
soared from it, frantically waving a golden
banner.
Soon. It would break soon.
Elide gathered Farasha’s reins. “To the
keep, friend,” she said, digging her heels into
the horse’s side. “Faster than the wind.”
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