Grant’s perspective:

I lead the way uphill, in and out of the maze of woody trails paved by years of old memories and good times. The guiding sun’s warm blaze and the joyful foundation I know it will bring to this morning nearly keeps my mind distracted from the revelation of yesterday’s betrayal.

Soon, Bram and I will have to have a long talk. What was he thinking? Why would go to Vin? Why wouldn’t he come to me first? He should have come to me. He should ...