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locate a solitary set of tracks that led into the forest, away from his camp. Today was warmer than usual for winter and the snow had partially melted, making the tracks hard to see. If anyone but Bran had been looking for them, they might’ve been impossible to locate.
    Entering the woods made things easier. The ground was softer, the footprints easier to see imprinted in the damp earth. Bran frowned, studying them. Whoever left these was carrying something heavy.
    Now that he’d found the tracks, he was able to move faster and broke to a run again. He had to find her. Feeling a faint stirring of enchantment, Bran slowed, tilting his head, concentrating. There. The magic was coming off to his left. Bran stalked through the foliage, carefully watching his step. He didn’t know who was casting enchantment.
    “Why are you here?”
    Bran turned toward the voice. A man stood several feet away, a dark glower on his face. Gruffyn. He was one of the men who’d left with Donell.
    “So you came after all,” the man sneered.
    “What are you doing here?” Bran demanded. “The clan is that way.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
    “I could ask you the same question.” Gruffyn crossed his arms over his chest. “I didn’t think you’d have the guts to come find us, but he was right. Here you are.”
    “Who was right?”
    “The clan chief,” Gruffyn answered, putting an emphasis on “chief.”
    “ I’m the clan chief,” Bran growled.
    “Not my chief.”
    Bram rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you follow Donell. You’re obeying a man young enough to still be called a boy.”
    “He has more honor than you,” Gruffyn countered, his face darkening. “He doesn’t consort with the Oppressors.”
    “Where is he?” Bran glared at him. Idiots, the whole lot of them.
    Gruffyn smirked and motioned off to the woods behind him. “Follow me. He’s expecting you.”
    Bran strode over to him, watching Gruffyn warily. Gruffyn was only a few years older, but was built like a bear, broad shoulders and thick arms. Bran was stronger in magic, but if Gruffyn attacked him it would be a close fight.
    As if reading his thoughts, the older man said, “This isn’t an ambush, Bran, even if you deserve it. Donell wants to talk to you.”
    “I’m not worried,” Bran snorted. “You forget, I have the sky jewel.”
    Gruffyn frowned. “I haven’t forgotten.” He led Bran through the forest, walking down a thin deer trail until the woods opened up into a small clearing. A few tents were set up, smoke rising from a couple of campfires.
    A handful of men could be seen, scattered about the makeshift camp, but very few women and almost no children. It seemed that most of Donell’s followers consisted of young, unmarried men. Bran felt his lips quirk in dry amusement. This clan wouldn’t last long.
    Gruffyn strolled over to the nearest fire ring, smoke still curling up from the blackened wood. Lifting a hand, Gruffyn summoned magic, and a hissing flare of white-blue sparks shot into the air.
    Bran ignored the dark frowns and stares the clansmen directed at him as he crouched down, settling himself by the dying campfire. He was obviously not a popular figure here, and he didn’t care.
    “Where’s Donell?” he asked Gruffyn, and the other man smirked.
    “He’ll be here.”
    Bran felt his temper rise with each passing moment, being made to wait while Grace’s father paced his camp, and with Grace missing. Just as he was ready to leave, thinking he’d scour the woods and find Donell himself, the young man appeared.
    Bran surged to his feet on seeing the fiery redheaded youth, ready to give him the tongue-lashing of his life. The words died on his lips when he saw who accompanied the young nomad.
    Grace.
    Her wrists tightly bound in front of her, she was being led on a rope by Donell. He yanked on it, causing the young woman to stumble. Grace had a wicked-looking bruise on the side of her face, her slim-fitting trousers soaked