CHAPTER 36
George looked up the hill at Rhian’s face, separated only by the pack and a small margin of ground. She didn’t move, but she couldn’t keep the fury from her face. No room for fear.
He began to push Mosby slowly through the quivering hounds, up the hill, getting closer.
“Go back home where you belong, human,” Cyledr said. “There’s no place for you here. I’ve waited a long, long time for this, and I’ll be gone before you can blink, you stupid bumbling half-wit.”
“And you, old man,” he called over to Gwyn standing with the field, “you’ll be next.” His voice carried in the waiting stillness.
Cyledr grinned more widely and his knuckles tightened on his knife. George strained to keep a hold on the hounds. He’s going to do it, he thought. He’ll just sidestep into the way afterward
