Despite his annoyance, Reymen slept well and rose just after Jorick. They fed on wildlife, then the guards did a final scan to make sure they still had the trail.

"There's another scent." One of them glanced back the way they'd come. "Six furlongs back. Perhaps a mile."

Reymen breathed deeply, sorting past the smell of the moldy hay, the horses, the vampires, the trees, the grass, the damp earthon through layers of scents, but he could detect no one else.

Because ...