“Never mind that now,” Temra says, breaking up the argument. I’m impressed by her sensible tone. She should be furious. She’s the one who almost died. “We need a new place to lie low, and we need supplies.”

Temra, Petrik, and I huddle together, exhausted and wet. “I have some food in my pack,” Petrik says. “We can gather fruit to take with us. There’s no helping sleeping on the ground at night, but if we stick together, we should be all right.”

Temra nods. “We need a destination. Someplace to start afresh.”

“We’re already headed in the direction of Lisady’s Capital,” Petrik puts in. “The big city would be a good place for you two to start over and hide.”

Oh, I do not like that idea. “We could just as easily lie low in the woods. Away from people and things. We could live off the land.”

“We don’t know how to hunt, Ziva, and I don’t think either of us fancies living off fruit until the end of our days. I’m with Petrik. We should hide in the capital. There will be job opportunities there. We can find a little place to rent and call our own.”

“To rent a place, we’d first need money. We don’t have any.” I can’t help the look I slide Kellyn’s way.

Before he can speak, Temra says, “We’ll sell one of your weapons. The spear. None of us has the skills to use it. This way it’ll be put to good use.”

I want to argue. I feel a shiver go down my spine just at the thought of living in the capital. But Temra’s logic is sound. There’s no way for me to talk around it.

“What is happening?” Kellyn asks from behind us all. “You think I’m just going to take your money and run? I’ll get us supplies. I’ll get you to the next city. We’ll be fine. Besides, I’m not going anywhere until I have that magicked longsword. Where the bladesmith goes, I go.”

The three of us lower our heads together once more. “I don’t like it,” I say. Specifically, I don’t like him.

“Me neither,” Petrik agrees.

“Doesn’t change the fact that we need him,” Temra says.

“You’re an excellent fighter,” Petrik says. “We’ll get by.”

“As excited as I am for you to finally acknowledge something about me, I’m not enough fighting power, and you both know it. What happens if we run into more wolves? Or bandits? Or our pursuers?”

She’s right.

I hate that she’s right.

“Fine,” I say. “You tell him he can come.”

Now that the immediate threat has passed, I feel myself close to collapsing. Before I can break down in front of everyone, I excuse myself. I count sixty steps before I stop and slump to the wet ground, not caring that my skirts soak up the mud. I’m still mostly damp from the lake anyway.

I almost lost my sister.

Forever.

Everything else may be gone. The money. The horse. The forge. My home.