The half-healed wound between my neck and shoulder smarted at the memory of his arrow’s graze. We stood like that, staring at one another across the long gap, until a footfall from behind made me jump. But it was only Terrac. “What’s wrong? What are we looking at?” he asked, joining me at the rail of the walkway. I nodded toward the stranger across the divide. “It’s the one who tried to kill me the other day. He’s found us here.” Terrac followed my gaze, but even as I spoke my would-be assassin stepped back from the rock’s edge, disappearing from view. “He was there,” I insisted at Terrac’s questioning look. “I think he is looking for some way to cross to this side.” “Let him look. He’ll never find the bridge. And even if he did, I wouldn’t let him get to you.” He put a comforting arm around me.
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