Chapter Thirteen
“Humans never cease to amaze me. They are resilient in turmoil, brave when expected to turn tail and run, and humorous at the oddest moments. But then, I supposed there were times that if you couldn’t laugh, the only other option would be to give up. I am not a fan of giving up, especially, where my Chosen is concerned.” ~Cush
For the first time in his long life, Cush wanted to do what he’d seen humans do and smack his palm against his forehead. He didn’t understand where Oakley’s sudden brazenness had come from; he just hoped it didn’t get him blown to bits by Tarron’s magic. Cush was moving before the last word left his unlikely comrade’s mouth. He cleared several fallen trees with barely any effort and moved silently across the bog. He was fifteen feet from Elora when
