Chapter Twenty-Three
The fire crackled heartily, a small thing made up of whatever sticks and pieces of wood they had been able to find in the small copse of trees. All around them were the sounds of nature and the smoke from the fire, mingled with the succulent scent of roasted squirrel, There was open sky above them.
“Ah, this is certainly the life,” Tag said, lying on his back and patting his protruding stomach. He had gone back for seconds—and thirds. Ben’s archery skills had become so impressive that he’d only be gone for a moment before returning with something delicious for the group.
Chloe busied herself skewering the chunks of meat and adding a few sprinkles of some herbs she had found in the trees. She shuffled uncomfortably on the rock she now sat on from the toll of travelin
