Chapter 11

And while there was no sunlight to roast him to a crisp, it was still daylight, and he’d need to move fast.

“Have you seen Remember Littlebury?”

One soldier after another looked at him blankly, still in shock from the ferocity of the battle, and then shook their heads.

Finally, he came across one man who said, “Hospital tent.”

“He’s helping the doctors?”

“No. The last I saw of him, he was waiting his turn with them.”

Oh God. Gabe raced through the rain, dodging from one tent to another, desperately seeking his friend.

And then a whisper in his mind drew him to the farthest tent. More terrified than he had ever been, he reached out a hand and drew back the flap.

A soft moan greeted him.

“Remember?”

“Gabriel.” The one word, barely audible, was rife with pain.