Chapter 14

Christopher crouched behind the thick trunk of an oak, his breath hitching as he fumbled with his quiver. He felt a fleeting, sharp pang of regret for using the wounded archer as bait. It had been a cold calculation—letting the man scream and bleed out in the open to draw Kyle's fire—but it hadn't worked. Kyle had reacted with an uncanny, almost supernatural awareness, shifting his position before Christopher could even line up a killing shot. *He has to have a perception skill,* Christopher...