CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO: HOOK
There was something off. The shadow that had been following us every day on our journey had stopped. I pulled back on my reigns, getting my horse to stop. Emma did the same, looking at me with her green eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Something’s happened,” I said.
Nia came back with us. “He’s right. Bradley’s not following us.”
Emma’s face paled, as if she’d been through this before. “We’re being ambushed. They’re coming for me.”
“Who could possibly know that we were here?” I demanded.
Emma laughed. It was that cruel, cold, humorless one that she had a tendency to do when she found something ironic. One of these days, I vowed that I would make her laugh for real.
“Anyone,” she and Nia said in unison.
“Your majesty,” said Nia, “we should give up now. H
