“It’s always something. “The eagle shifters?” she said, just to make sure. He nodded. “They’re close. I can’t tell how many—maybe five. I think there were about a dozen in their convocation, if I remember right.” “Convo-what?” “That’s what a group of eagles is called. I thought everyone knew that.” “Apparently not. Maybe I haven’t lived in the mountains long enough.” Hastily she began throwing on her clothes while Rick doused the fire and tossed the supplies his crew had left here back in their hole. “The eagles may have seen the smoke,” he said, staring at the errant puffs still curling up to the sky. “Then they’ll be on the way here,” she said. “They won’t be sure it’s us, though. If we can get far enough away …” “No time. They’ll be on us in moments.” Icy fingers traced her spine. “Then how—?” He grabbed her hand. “Do you trust me?” She nodded, unable to manage words. He tugged her toward the lagoon. Realizing what he intended, she unclipped her holster and stashed it in the hole wi...th the other gear so that her gun wouldn’t get wet.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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