CHAPTER 23

Bria peered at Rusk through the corner of her eye. He sat next to her, cross legged around the blazing central fire. True dawn had cracked the horizon, though the sun did not yet crest the mountains that surrounded the camp. Above her, the trees swayed, the twisting and flipping leaves promising a windy day. She replayed Rusk's words in her mind. *I have to die to do so*. She had not seen any such