The Border - Part 2

The sky was once more blue, devoid of any clouds, and the spring sunshine was warming their back. It ought to have been a good day. They were on course to arrive in Bathgate come early evening. Vol's stomach ought to have been ticking with the same excitement that the rest of them were facing, but with each step that they grew closer, it was only unease that he felt.

He clenched his teeth in annoyance as that feeling grew. What cause did he have to feel so uneasy? They were well ahead of their pursuers. They could see the cavalry in the distance, but they were at least a full hour away. He wondered if his instincts had merely grown a degree more sensitive since the battle with Maddon, and his lack of sleep. He dared to accuse himself of being on edge.

"Vol," a small pale hand on his arm dulled those thoughts. Written in her purple eyes was the same sort of belief as his.