Dirty Angel (Sainted Sinners #1)
“It was early yet, the violet fingers of dawn still half an hour or more from breaking over the top of the hill that rose sharply next to their camp site. The Macaulay clan might be down and out, running for their lives, but they were still smart enough to hide their tracks well. They’d rode hard the day before, fleeing north, deeper into the Highlands. The second Rhys had spotted this little valley, he’d called a halt to the procession. Being bear shifters, the Macaulays were comfortable with nature and most even enjoyed sleeping rough. In better conditions, this night would have passed quite pleasantly. The two sides of the valley were steep, barely accommodating the horses, but the vale at the bottom was nice and flat and verdant, giving them an ideal place to hunker down.
Ideal, because approaching soldiers would have to make a good bit of noise if they wanted to clamber down into the valley and attack the Macaulays as they slept. Ideal, because two guards posted at the top of ...the hills to the east and the west were high up enough to survey the surrounding wilderness with ease.MoreLess
Ideal, because approaching soldiers would have to make a good bit of noise if they wanted to clamber down into the valley and attack the Macaulays as they slept. Ideal, because two guards posted at the top of ...the hills to the east and the west were high up enough to survey the surrounding wilderness with ease.MoreLess
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