So Am I

Khouri walked with Rastaban at the rear of the hunters’ ranks, bow strung and at the ready. Rastaban was armed with a spear and scanning the grass of the steppes. This was their one chance to venture this far north before returning to Rami’s homeland, and they were supposed to hunt the biggest beast they could find. Tales ran rampant of giant tusked beasts, and Rastaban was eager to bring one down.

“Dravi hates you,” Khouri said. “As does Shruti. They want you dead.”

“They can try,” Rastaban said.

“Dravi is Rami’s son,” Khouri said.

Rastaban shrugged. “So am I.”