Chapter 464. Following Tracks

JACOB

Karl rode to the front of the cavalry. I noticed he was wearing a helmet and armor without his characteristic shield.

“You’re disguised,” I said, almost growling. I didn’t like him taking so many liberties.

“I supposed you didn’t want to let me go with you because you were afraid everyone would make a fuss. Well, this way it’s easier. Don’t you think?” he asked, in his characteristic enthusiastic tone.

The shadow that had been in his gaze was no longer there. It seemed that all it took him was a few minutes to recover from almost being killed in a ritual by a monster, he was not a sensible or sane guy. He was useful to me at the moment and his idea was quite good.

I didn’t nod.

“I’m sorry about what happened to Larry,” he said, continuing his attempt to talk to me as we rode towards the tavern.

This time it made me angrier than I could control. He was putting salt on a wound that was still open. Remembering when we fought, when they fi