Faith
”Dillon.” Hunters voice was sharp and Dillon left my side , where he had been Walking for the last few hours, chatting quietly. Keeping my mind off everything that was happening and was still happening.
My feet hurt.
And my back ached. Wings. That’s what Elsdor had said. I was growing god damn wings. Could I even say god dam any
More? Was it blasphemy? Would god strike me down dead for it?
Everything I had believed, everything I had been taught to believe in reguards of religion was in tatters.
I shook my head. Yeah Dillon’s is chit chat had helped push those thoughts out of my head. But there was no mistaking the worry in his face as he stalked away from me. He was tense ,on edge . I could see it in the way his shoulders hunched. He wasn’t as broad as Hunter but there was a li
