Chapter 45: The Calvary Is On The Way

"Jasper, where are we going," Evyn sighs running his hand through his hair.

The boys are resting near a grove of dried up bushes. A town stands half a mile away, the noise of the villagers reaching them on the breeze.

"Back home," he responds gruffly. His brow is in a constant state of tenseness. There is a rough shadow of a beard forming on his jaw.

"What are you going to do when the chief comes after you? He knows where the cottage is."

Jasper remains silent for a moment, staring off at the village. He watches a group of children run circles around one another. They are all giggling, their cheeks coated in dirt. His shoulders relax at the thought that the Climont soldiers had not reached this far inland yet. He thinks of Drake and wonders how many citizens he must have killed on his way to Zaline. He may be betrothed to Eliana, but he is still a Climont Prince. He has blood on his hands. Jasper's heart twists as he imagines Eliana standing at the altar, hand in hand with Drake. N