Blue HandChapter 5
“For whom are you waiting?” The voice behind him softly asked, causing Porter to jump in place and almost lose his arrow from his bow. “Wha?” Porter gasped as the nella sprinted for safety. The deer-like creature that he had been fond of hunting had very sharp hearing. “I was waiting for dinner, if you must know,” Porter groused, using one of Zeb’s cantankerous ploys to cover his confusion and instant anxiety. After his confrontation with the priests, he had not slept well. “For whom are...