Chapter 9: Cenric

Chapter

Nine

CENRIC

What in Hades?

I spent all morning searching for Everly, and now here she is, drenched in mud.

Her hair hangs in filthy tendrils around her face, and splatters of mud cover her cheeks, forehead, nose, and chin, leaving only her eyes visible. Her surcoat, once a light gray, is now a rag.

I dismount and walk toward her. As I draw near, I catch a whiff of stagnant water and wet earth. Everly shifts from foot to foot, wincing as her mud-filled shoes make squelching noises.

"Cenric, I can explain," she begins.

I hold up a hand, silencing her. "Later. Let's get you cleaned up first."

The guards snap to attention as I turn to them. "Let us in."

They move back immediately, allowing me to walk beside Everly through the opening.

How did she manage to get herself in such a state? And why come here, of all places?

Some of the warriors stare as we pass by, their eyes widening at the sight of her. One even does a double take before averting his gaze, no doubt fearing my reaction if I catch him gawking for too long.

The events of last night replay in my head like a fever dream. The brawl at the Bottom of the Barrel, our hasty escape, and the sudden attack.

I glance at her, taking in her appearance again. Exhaustion etches deep lines into her face, and she walks with a slight limp.

As we weave between the tents, I decide that the safest place for her right now is here. I'll find her a position in the camp, something that will keep her close and give her the means to support herself.

"Everly." I slow my pace to walk beside her. "It's best if you stay here. We can find you work in the camp."

Relief flashes across her face as she looks up at me. "Thank you, Cenric."