They pressed their backs together, their gazes lifting to the sky. They’d sat like that as children—as Destriers on patrol—as highwaymen in the wood. “I can’t see any stars,” Jespyr said. “Too much mist.” Ravyn’s eyelids fell. “I don’t know what’s on the other side of those alder trees, Jes. When we find a way in, stay close.” When he drifted off to sleep, his sister’s voice was in his ear. “I always do.”
