Chapter 563

• He could hear her digging around in what had to be her bag, he didn’t have things that made crinkling noises in his. When she moved over and squatted down where he could see her and the men, he felt better. She had her head down and was digging through her bag. Her hair was wet, and she had to be cold, the snow on her shirt was caked on it a few places. “You might find a jacket or blanket in one of the tents.” He offered.
• She jerked her chin up and looked him over much like someone would to another that offended them. “I’m good.” She pulled her hand out of her bag and stood up, turning to look at the two watching them.
• Tripp couldn’t see what she had in her hand but hoped it wasn’t another knife. He frowned, it dawned on him he still didn’t know where she’d had the first one hidden. Also, if she had a knife on her they hadn’t found, why was she still bound to the tree when he got here? “Which one gives the orders?” He glanced back to the men, “tell me it’s not the one you bled out.”