Bab 269: Nevaks

Lassim closed his eyes, trying to will his mind to quiet itself, but it was no use. Every time he tried to relax, another thought surged to the surface, dragging him back into his unease through the night. Everyone seemed just a bit too eager…

The desert wind blew gently across the camp, stirring the edges of his cloak as he had sat against the pile of logs for the various campfires. Lassim's gaze and spirit sense drifted toward the dark outline of the central tent, where Selira had disappeared after giving the rogues their orders. He could still feel the sting of her gaze from earlier, a flicker of suspicion she hadn't voiced aloud. She was watching him, even if she hadn't said anything outright.