Chapter 379
- "I need a weapon," he whispered.
- "Think you can lift one?" Caera managed a weak shrug, before motioning him to follow. They weren't following paths anymore. You couldn't hunt on a path. If you wanted to catch someone and kill them, you had to get off the beaten path and go looking, and Death's Grip had plenty of places to do that.
- Sharp pain shot up his leg.