Chapter 83. Deadly Tidings

CAIVAN

Jenna pours him another glass of mead when Seirmon finishes. All Haron does is utter a grunt, while Veesa remains as she had been in the rocking chair since she came into the hut with Jenna. And father doesn’t move from his position over the fireplace.

I hate it when he takes up that posture; hands behind his back, eyes fixed on the flickering flames like nothing else mattered. That was how I found him the night she died. He didn’t so much as look at me, not when I began sobbing, asking where mother was now. All he did was look. And look.

Gylen’s voice shakes me back to the present. “So what are we waiting for?” he asks, “The road is clearest in the day, we can move as swiftly as we can…”

“The road makes us easier targets in the day, think, boy,” Haron snaps, “If what Seirmon says is true, we’d be sitting ducks for the Abominations. We cannot risk it.”

If what Seirmon says is true, we should all be fleeing Eldad as we speak. If the Abominations