A soft knock at the door startled me to my feet. I quickly adjusted my dress, but there was no hiding the way my sweat made it cling to my body. A hint of the presence behind the door quelled any anxiety, though, so I ran over and opened it.
"I've come," Fyren said, fully dressed and armored.
I blinked, wiping a tear from my cheek. "W-what?"
He looked inside, taking in Fable and my bedraggled appearance. His frown deepened. "You called for me. I answer."
I touched my chest, where the infernal mark still burned with the voices of the demons. I started to tear up.
"I…I didn't want to be alone. He's…coming. Rash'alon. He's the same demon!"
Fyren stiffened. "What? When?"
I shook my head. "Soon. A week, maybe a few days. But he saw me! He knows where and who I am."
"I was afraid of that. It seems we must adjust our course at once. I don't suppose I could convince you to hide in Haven until this is over?"
