"Did you see Penelope?" Azriel asked.
"That's who you are worried about right now?" Freya gave an incredulous shake of her head. "I will get the horses out, let Azriel worry about his obsession."
Soldiers fell behind Freya as she left, and Zavian turned to his friend.
"You came with her, Azriel," Zavian reminded him.
"But I haven't seen her…"
"She is safe," Zavian said. "She was in the chamber earlier. Remember?"
"Okay," Azriel breathed out. "Okay, I am just worried."
Zavian grinned. "Can we go fight this war now?"
Azriel nodded, and they walked on the path Freya led. The sun hid behind the clouds, afraid to witness the butchering that would take place, afraid to dry up the blood that will spill and highlight the wounds that would tear open.
