Xandra

“Through the river!” I hiss, leaning low over Finn’s back, though that makes the high grass whip across my face.

I don’t know how long we’ve been running. The moon has long passed the apex of the sky and is sinking toward morning. Howls echo around us. Dunes hump along the horizon to the south, and trees offer a dark welcome ahead. There’s no point in looking behind us; Finn’s speed leaves no hope we’re not cutting a trail that will be as easy to ...