A Perilous Alliance

"You sure about this?"

Flora shot Adrian a glare. "It's a little late to be asking that, don't you think?"

He exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his knife. "Doesn't mean I can't still question the wisdom of walking straight into an ambush."

Besides them, their so-called allies were already moving ahead, figures draped in dark cloaks, slipping through the underbrush like ghosts. Flora didn't trust them. Not even a little. But right now, it was not ...