21
“This is so unfair!” I snapped as we walked through the temple tents toward the thoroughfare.
Caius glanced over his shoulder. “Whether it’s fair or not, we don’t have a choice. That Galen guy may not be following us, but some of his goons are.”
I chanced a look at where his eyes lay and saw two of the guards following us. A memory of them struck me and I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Aren’t those the same guys who watched the oiler tent the night the procession got burned out?”
Sage didn’t break his stride as his eyes flickered over his shoulder. “So it would seem, and if you would notice one of their arms, they appear to be bandaged.”
I frowned. “You mean like from Alex’s attack?”
“Precisely.”
“That’d explain how Galen got a hold of that incantation,” Caius pointed out.
