The hand securing him wrapped around his neck. Connor concentrated on the place where his skin touched hers. Pain swirled within his gut: she was lying.
“Evil fae,” Galen muttered. “You’d harm an innocent boy? He’s of no use to you.”
“You’re still talking,” Ree said menacingly. “Drop them.”
The men looked to Ollivan’s father. He was the highest ranking Imperial Guard for several celim. His grip on his sword tightened. “Charge.”
Powerful wielders could disappear in a swirl of smoke. Clearly she was not that skilled. Or, she chose not to display that kind of power. Instead she closed her eyes and with the wave of her hand, she summoned the smoke from the sky and created a wall with it on the ground, obscuring them once more.
“Run,” Ree said urgently.
She took his arm and together they sprinted across the field. The Imperials nipped at their heels. The treeline was close. Beyond that it was a mess of forests for about five celim, where it cleared around Drohoven. If they were lucky, they could easily lose the Imperial Guards in there.
Unless Connor left a trail….