Charles Shephold pointed to a thick group of trees on their left. “We can hide there,” he suggested.

They spurred their horses forward. As they neared the trees, small drops of rain began to fall. The small drops became larger ones, falling in faster succession until they developed into a full downpour. The thickness of the trees and their branches though, provided a sort of umbrella so that little water found its way through. Dismounting, the eight riders stood next to their horses as lightning and thunder ripped through the skies above. The temperature dropped and Shal shivered.

“Here,” the prince told her in a low voice, giving her a cloak.

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, pulling it on and wrapping it around her.

Kaira stared out at the curtain of...

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