Ten
Hands grabbed Brice at the ledge, and he let them drag him up. Strange how he felt so tired now.
The ledge stretched about fifteen metres along the cliff. It was wide enough to stand on, then it dipped down into a cave. The roof towered over Brice’s head, and water dripped into puddles on the uneven floor, the echoes sharp against the water cascading over the forest.
Brice fought the urge to call out and listen to his voice bounce back. Instead, he followed the others into the cave. It was good to be out of the rain.
“You okay?” Cathal asked, one eyebrow raised. Brice nodded. Cathal looked down to Brice’s waist, to his lash.
“The third one was about to attack.” What was he supposed to say?
Something slammed into his shoulder, and Brice turned, his fists already clenched. Tris’s f
