Chapter 25 Heat Of The Storm

They moved slowly the next day, keeping to shaded trails and doubling back often to make sure they weren’t being followed. The kingdom still loomed far ahead of them, but the wound of it pulsed fresh. Neither of them spoke of the cliff, or the fall, or what nearly happened at the edge of that blade.
Mikko carried the pack the entire way, insisting he wasn’t going to let her lift a finger even if she snarled at him. Espen had long since given up trying to wrestle it away from him. Let him be useful, she thought. It was the least he could do after everything.
The clouds thickened by midafternoon into something heavy and ominous.