Eyes in the Mist

Lucius POV

We rode hard through the morning mist, the three of us cutting a straight line east. My horse’s flanks were already damp with sweat. I didn’t slow.

Crow finally broke the silence with a loud groan. “For the love of the Goddess, Lucius, are we racing the sun or just trying to kill the horses?”

Mist drifted across the narrow road as our horses picked their way through the rocky pass. Dew