“well,” said nolan, a mischievous light in his eyes. “it looks like i’ve hired quite the strange pack of bodyguards.”
arlen grinned. seaholm shifted from foot to foot. fox eyed the mageling like a wolf would eye a wounded hare.
“don’t lump me in with them,” erianna growled. “and don’t call me a bodyguard.” the word tasted sour in her mouth. only a sorbauni who could not ride would stoop to serve as a bodyguard, and once nolan gave erianna a horse she intended to leave him and the rest of them behind anyway, and ride for home.