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Later that afternoon, as I was leaning over to get the water bag from its place near the fallen tree, I heard a noise in the bushes behind me. Fear coursed through my veins. I whirled around, thinking it was another wild animal and I found that I wasn’t that far off the mark – it was Turak!
My hearts stopped for a moment as the realisation that he’d followed us sunk in. He’d tracked us down. Somehow. I wanted to run, but I was chained up like an animal. My hearts raced.
Behind him was the redhead he’d purchased from the slave traders. She looked exhausted and dirty and she was having trouble standing. To track us on foot, he must’ve made her walk night and day. Maybe even carried her part of the way.
They may never have caught up if Anjou hadn’t cut up the big cat for food. He’d put
