For three days they’d trudged through the forest, stopping for rest only when legs refused to work. Kit had insisted they keep moving. She had kept them roughly parallel to the road and just out of sight. Kit swayed next to him. Her exposed ears drooped. Exhaustion left dark bags under her eyes, and her lips cracked from the cold. So far they hadn’t seen Daeric or the Vatican’s soldiers. Timothy hoped the soldiers would keep Daeric too busy to search for them. What can they hope to accomplish? There are only a few of them against the entire Church. They have to know that the Church will just keep sending more soldiers and Inquisitors. He massaged his calf and listened to the large, wet snowflakes fall around them. A knot in his shoulder ached from the weight of his knapsack. Kit had managed to shove the entire wagon into it. Beside him, Yuzu sat in the snow. Her head bobbed as she dozed. Kit turned and took a few steps. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder. "Let’s go." Yuzu shook her head and groaned.
