Authors: Deby Fredericks
Lottres turned over, trying to get comfortable. Then he sighed, knowing that Shaelen was right. He couldn't turn his back on a brother, however much he felt like it. Lottres had to clean up this one last mess, make it right between them.
But not now. Not while the stench of the bone men's burning made the night air heavy as a woolen blanket. Not now, Lottres told himself. Tomorrow.