Andrev awoke to the sound of footsteps in the grass. They were so soft that he might have imagined them, but after all those tests with Rastaban Andrev’s control of his senses was better, and he was sure he’d heard something. He reached for his spear and then rose to his feet as quietly as possible.
He heard it again, the tell-tale rustle of tall grass.
“How many are there?” Kana whispered.
Andrev almost jumped out of his skin.
Kana was on her feet beside him, clutching her own spear.
“I don’t know,” Andrev said.
“I think it’s Kir.”
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