Jessamyn was shaking with fear. Joar didn't talk much about the war, but he had told her that the Altanians could take vengeance to the next level. If the man who died was the son-in-law of an important military general, then that man wouldn't let it go. War would definitely rage.
But more than that, Jerrick's provocation would be taken as a personal challenge, and they would target him with a vengeance. Jerrick might be a warrior and hailed as a hero, but how long could he hold on when an entire nation was against him? How many men could he fight off to protect himself? What if he lost his guard and ended up...
Jessamyn didn't want to think about it anymore.
Her mind raced with horrible possibilities, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Jerrick stood before her, his face a mask of determination and resolve, but she saw the storm that lay ahead. She could already see the Altanian forces, relentless and unyielding, closing in on him.
