Shared DangerThe path back from the scouting mission wasn't supposed to be dangerous. They were close to the camp—close enough to see the flickers of the watch fires against the canyon walls. The tension in Esmeralda’s chest had started to loosen, just a little.

Demetrius rode at the front, his head turning occasionally to check the ridges. He looked tired. The lines around his eyes seemed deeper in the moonlight.

"You're too quiet," Demetrius said, slowing his horse so he was side-by-side ...