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Bonnie really had not missed traveling through the cold on the back of a horse. She rolled her eyes at the sky, as she and Enzo followed Rebekah, Marcel, Caroline, and Tyler through the remains of the snow, their horses making soft noises in the slush under their hooves. At least it was getting gradually warmer, the snow slowly thawing, patches of dirt visible in the first few small places.
With a sigh, she watched the houses pass by as they headed further and further away from the center of the settlement and toward the forest, where Qetsiyah lived, and where - according to her - they might find something better equipped to help Enzo than the Eternal Weapon he was carrying. She had hinted at the possibility of there being a spare bandage somewhere.
As it turned out, the Eternal she had killed had been hiding in the forest, hiding with a woman not of their clan, and while he was dead now, she wasn't. Since the Eternal hadn't had a bandage with his things, Qetsiyah suspected that the woman might have it. Maybe she even knew more about where the Eternal had come from and why he had been carrying an Old One.
But first, they had to get Qetsiyah to guide them there.
She had left for her home before them, attending to matters of her clan, unwilling to spend more time than necessary in houses with hard walls as she called them. Foresters hated the settlements, hated feeling entombed in their buildings. Just like Marcel still did, who therefore lived with Rebekah right outside of the settlement in a tent.
Bonnie shot a glance in his direction, where he rode alongside Rebekah, both stoic and quiet, and she wondered what had brought those two together.
She remembered Enzo's look when he had seen where his sister now spent her nights, out in the open, away from the settlers. He had not been pleased. She had felt it battle inside of him, the worry about his sister, his strong love, his powerful urge to protect her, but also a strange anger.
Rebekah had shrugged at his disapproving glare and challenged him, "Haven't you spent your fair share of time under the open sky? Yet the worst things that have been done to you all happened in the presumed safety of thick walls?"
He hadn't been able to argue with her there. He had bristled nonetheless, had told her to make sure she was safe, and she had nodded with a mild expression on her face.
She's your sister, so I get your concern. But look at her. She's strong and independent, and I think she knows what she's doing, Bonnie told him now, because he was still hung up on the same dark thoughts. He glared at her briefly, though she knew he wasn't upset with her so much as with himself. Having his sister back had sent his feelings into turmoil.
She could understand him so well. With her mom suddenly back, Bonnie's own feelings were equally jumbled and confused. Their little mission was a welcome distraction from all that for both of them.
...
Caroline pulled her horse up to Bonnie's and gave her a wink. "You alright?"
She nodded at the other girl with the hint of a smile, and Caroline smiled right back.
"Rebekah said Qetsiyah likes her privacy. The foresters are not exactly people persons, so don't be shocked when she tries to throw us all right back out."
Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "I thought she volunteered to help us. Plus, she really wants that weapon back..."
"Yeah." Caroline shrugged. "She's complicated. But Rebekah knows how to handle her, so..."
Bonnie wasn't exactly happy that they had to meet that woman at all. But if they wanted to get rid of the Old One, and find Enzo a bandage without having to go deep into Silveren territory, they had to find out where that other woman lived and whether she still had the bandage. If they didn't, Tyler had offered to let Enzo keep his spare, and Bonnie was glad about that. But then she had learned another tidbit of Silveren Eternal lore and it had changed her opinion.
Once an Eternal had carried an Old One, the normal bandages didn't work as well anymore. The newer bandages were thinner, more flexible, and made in a different way. Mostly because the newer models of the weapon left a clear cut incision scar on the arm. The Old Ones, however, dug into their carriers in a more crooked way, leaving less clean scars, and those needed better support to be soothed. Tyler's bandage had been okay before. But after they had put the Old One on Enzo's arm, he would need something stronger, something only an Old bandage could provide.
By giving him the weapon they might have saved his life and at the same time exacerbated the problem. Bonnie still didn't know how to feel about that, other than upset. They had meant well, of course... She held out hope that Enzo's mission -that he had kept from her for too long, she found - would soon help them get rid of the whole problem once and for all.
If they could contain the sheen on his arm, keep it from spreading until they met that mysterious Golden, things would get better. She had to believe that. She just hoped the man hadn't lied about his potential cure, or told the Silveren a ruse to lure them into a trap. Enzo relied on his words to be true. She did.
"This one over there," Caroline suddenly announced and Bonnie frowned as she saw what she was looking at. A large tent, much larger than the one Rebekah and Marcel were living in, strapped up between a few looming trees.
"I wasn't expecting that," she mumbled, and Caroline grinned at her.
"I know, right? She lives in a tent-castle."
Rebekah was the first to dismount her horse, and the others followed quickly. Bonnie grimaced as she hopped into the sludge and the cold immediately crept into her feet. Why couldn't this all have happened in the summer, at least? Why in this god forsaken worst winter in a while?
"I'll go first," Enzo's sister announced, giving them all a stern look. "You wait here."
"I wasn't gonna argue..." Caroline turned to Bonnie, giving her a conspiratorial eye-roll. Addressing Rebekah, she added, "Let's just get it over with and get on our way."
"Bekah, wait." Enzo quickly grabbed his sister by the arm, holding her back. "Are you sure she's gonna help us?"
He hadn't wanted to argue or even bring his concern up. He had seen how almost affectionate Rebekah and that warrior woman behaved around each other, it was so obvious that Rebekah looked up to the older woman, but when he felt Bonnie's sudden worry about his safety - their safety - wash over to him through their link, he felt obliged to make sure they could trust Qetsiyah.
Rebekah glared at him, trying to rein in a sudden exasperation. She exchanged a look with Marcel, who nodded to her calmly. Enzo squinted at them both, acutely aware of the intimacy between them, of the calming influence the other man had on his sister. She took a deep sighing breath, then looked straight at her brother.
"I trust her with my life. She will help us, guide us to the woman who hid the Eternal," she told him somberly. "She may not know you, but she knows you're my brother, and I vouched for you all. Don't make me regret it."
He clenched his teeth, but nodded. "Okay." He let go of her arm and stepped away, watching as she walked over to the large tent and stepped inside, vanishing from view.
Bonnie's gaze was on him and he made a face.
I hope she's right, he communicated.
Me too. But we don't have much of a choice. Be prepared. If she pulls any stunt... She didn't finish her thought, because she didn't have to. He knew what she meant. Their mission was the most important thing now. A potential way out of the war. Peace, for her people and his.
...
"She's ready to see you now."
Enzo blinked at his sister, who had just walked back out of the tent to face them all. He glared, his level of annoyance rising and Bonnie reminded him to stay focused.
She's playing with us. She said she was going to help me; now she is stalling. Why? I don't understand what Bekah even sees in her.
Bonnie looked at him mildly. There's a lot you - we - don't know about her. I'm sure Rebekah has her reasons, and I doubt she'd knowingly endanger you. You two love each other.
She could tell he wanted to argue, but in the end he didn't, because Qetsiyah suddenly poked her head out, then slowly emerged out into the open completely. She was dressed in her whole warrior attire, just like Marcel and Rebekah, the young Silveren looking every bit as much like a forester as the former two.
"So, where do we find that mysterious woman?" Caroline asked abruptly, not one for waiting idly around. Tyler gave her a warning look, but she merely shrugged at him. "We're a little pressed for time here," she added, focusing back on the warrior woman.
Qetsiyah didn't even acknowledge her, however, and addressed Enzo instead. She pointed a finger at him. "Personally, I don't care much about you Eternals. You wreak havoc, you bring terror and pain into this land. This is not Silveren territory, yet you all keep barging in like you own the place."
Tyler exchanged an uncomfortable look with Enzo, then Caroline, before he turned to the forest woman, stepping a little closer to relieve his fellow Eternal from her scrutinizing stare. He didn't even know why he did it. It wasn't like he had cared much about the other man before. Rather, the opposite was true. He only knew Enzo through Caroline - and because of who he was, and he had felt an involuntary jealousy toward him. That Enzo St. John had managed to become even more special by developing a bond with that Golden hadn't helped.
Yet, he had surprisingly begun to feel sorry for the guy. No one deserved the terror of the Old Ones, and Qetsiyah's random stalling was simply undeserved.
"Qetsiyah," he began, trying to be polite and respectful so as not to earn the woman's wrath. "We are not here to steal any of your time. You said you were going to help us find a bandage for him. So, could you please tell us where we can find your… friend, or contact, or whatever she is?" He looked a little tense as they all waited for an answer.
The woman looked from him to Enzo, to Caroline, addressing the latter when she spoke, waving at Tyler. "Does he always talk like that?"
Caroline made a half apologetic face, and grabbed a slightly bristling Tyler by the arm, but she didn't say anything. Qetsiyah huffed, rolling her eyes, clearly annoyed by the whole situation.
"Please," Bonnie finally chimed in, having stood to the side until then. She slowly took a few steps toward the forester warrior, stretching her arms away from her body in a non-threatening way. "We promise we won't bother you or her. We mean no harm. We just want to find a bandage and return the weapon and then we'll be on our way."
"And you need six people for that? Is that your way of showing you mean no harm? Because to me, it looks like an ambush. - Why didn't the Captain's Eternal go on his own?"
"Qetsiyah." Rebekah's voice was a warning. The older woman waved a dismissive arm.
"Fine," she allowed, "I said I'd bring you to her, and I will - and then I get my weapon back. Let me get my coat and my boots. One of you will have to lend me a horse, it's too far to walk. Especially in this weather…" With that, she vanished back into her tent, closing the flap, leaving the six of them waiting in the icy cold.
They exchanged looks, awkwardness spreading, and Bonnie felt herself drawn to Enzo, quickly searching for his hand and holding it.
Do you think you'll be okay without a weapon? she asked, worry showing in her features, and he moved closer to her, leaning in until she could feel the heat emanating from him. He smiled, but it didn't convince her.
I'll be fine. If it doesn't work out, I'll have to find myself a new model and try it again. I've held out a long time without one before-
Right. And where did that get you?
He sighed, but before he could say anything, the flap was opened again, and Qetsiyah walked out briskly, wearing a thick fur coat.
"Shall we?" she asked, then looked up to the men. "Which one of you is gonna give me his horse?"
Enzo was the first to move. Disentangling from Bonnie, he made his way over to where he had tethered his horse, but before he could hand her the reins, Tyler had put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
"She can have mine. You'll need your strength."
"Such courtesy among you Eternals." Qetsiyah raised an eyebrow at them. "One could almost believe it's true what they say about you, that whoever first created you wanted to bring back the knights…"
Bonnie raised her head and frowned at that little tidbit. She had never heard that before, but it made sense that she hadn't. It put the Eternals in a much nobler light than the Golden probably wanted to believe.
Finally, it was time to leave. They all made their way to wherever the mysterious woman who had once hidden an Eternal resided. They had to go slow, even though Tyler and Caroline had begun sharing a horse. But with the added weight, the animal couldn't go as fast, and the slippery ground didn't help matters either.
"At least it's finally thawing," Caroline chirped, trying to make light conversation, but nobody was in the mood to engage. So they rode the rest of their trip in silence, a tension spreading between them that Bonnie found weirdly stifling.
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The hazy sun was already on the decline again when they finally reached a small patch of underbrush leading into another large forest. "It's right in there," Qetsiyah was saying, pointing, and the little group was frowning at her. One woman, so far away from any other settlement, living so close to the forest?
Bonnie pressed her lips together. She didn't trust the warrior woman, she had no reason to. She would have to stay vigilant. At least they had two Eternals with them, a thought Bonnie would have never dreamed of finding reassuring one day. Suddenly Qetsiyah stopped and motioned for them all to do the same.
"We should leave the horses here if we want to keep them alive," she told them. "The forest is dangerous around these parts. Wild animals, scavengers..." She trailed off.
Awesome, Bonnie thought, and Enzo shot her a half amused glance.
It can only get better, right?
"You two are a strange pair," Qetsiyah observed, earning herself a wary glare from Bonnie, and she chuckled. "Easy now, Golden. I didn't mean that as an offense. Just wondering how fond the Captain will be of a Golden bride for her Eternal."
"Qetsiyah, don't." Rebekah had laid a hand on the other woman's arm, wordlessly imploring her, and eventually the woman gave a brief nod. "Follow me," she then said and quickly walked ahead.
They all went after her, deeper into the forest. The trees were tall and dark, despite the winter season, the rest of sunlight barely penetrating it. Many of the trees were pines, sharp needles prickling and unwelcoming. There was a sharp smell of sap in the air, a stark contrast to the still frozen smells out in the open. Eventually, they came upon a small hut, and Qetsiyah walked straight up to it, knocking with verve, calling out loudly, making Bonnie flinch. Somehow, she had expected a little more stealth.
"Liv! Open up, or we will come in!"
The door sprang open almost immediately, and a young woman with a cascade of wavy hair stepped into the light coming from within. She was carrying an old shotgun, a rare weapon in those parts of the world, and Enzo quickly stepped in front of his sister and Bonnie, shielding them both, while Tyler right next to him did the same for Caroline.
Not again, something in Enzo's mind was thinking, and Bonnie couldn't agree more. Their last encounter with a firearm had not ended so well, and she could still feel it in her side.
The young stranger must have seen the sheen of the weapon on Enzo's arm as he moved, because she squinted at him, calling out, "It suits you well." Then her eyes fell on Bonnie and she smiled briefly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"We're here to ask about an Eternal Bandage," Bonnie made herself say.
Enzo held up his arm briefly. "This belongs to Qetsiyah, but I hear it was once in the possession of someone you knew. I'm here to ask you for the bandage that should have come with it."
She smirked at him, a little aloof. "Why would I give you that if I had it?"
"You don't have to, but I'm asking you. This is an Old Weapon. These things," he looked down on his arm, the weapon gleaming brightly, "They corrupt their bearers..."
"Maybe they need corrupting."
Enzo was bristling, but it was Bonnie who stepped forward, in front of the woman. "Why did your Eternal have it? Whose was it? Who was he?" Her expression had turned fierce.
Liv chuckled lightly. "It used to belong to my grandfather. But why don't you all come inside for a moment and I'll tell you a little story. That's why you're here, isn't it?" She nodded in the direction of the door, beckoning them to follow her.
Inside, a nice fire crackled and the smell of some sweet tea was fragrant in the air. She waved toward a jumble of sofas and chairs. "Why don't you sit down. Qetsiyah, come help me serve them some tea. Might as well put in some work of your own now that you've brought them all over here."
The two women glared at each other, Qetsiyah positively bristling, but eventually they came to an unspoken agreement and went over to the small adjoining kitchen for a few minutes, leaving the younger ones to exchange some glances and wait in awkward silence, until Liv suddenly piped up from over by her stove, "So, before you ask why I live hidden away in the forest in this tiny place and not among the other veteran families in the cities: you two should know," she waved over to Bonnie and Enzo, making them frown in her direction.
"You don't think you'll be able to happily live your lives together, do you?" the woman said challengingly, "A Silveren and a Golden?" She scoffed. "My grandfather ran away with a Golden. Back when they tried, once again, to attack us at the core, in the homeland, Nevada. You know, it's a strange fact that many keep forgetting, but the Golden did originate from California, it's just been such a long time that nobody really remembers. In our minds it's been Silveren territory for a long time. Almost forever. But I am proof that it wasn't always like that. My family hails from the west coast, a small little town, and when my grandfather came to scoop away my poor ignorant grandma to bring her with him to Nevada, that was the end of that. Or so everyone thought. But people could tell. They saw what she was, and they treated her badly for it. Why would she bind herself to the worst the enemy had to offer?"
She looked at them all as if she was expecting an answer, but then she gave it herself.
"Love. Of course." She paused, looking off into the distance for a moment, then she continued, "My family is spread all over now, I couldn't keep track. But we all share one thing: we could never blend in. We were always called out. Not Golden enough, not Silveren enough. Maybe the great grandchildren will fare better now, with the Neutral Zone around, but my generation?" She sighed. "Anyways. You are not here for storytime, are you? Enzo St. John." She had come walking toward him, now stopping very close to him, bending down until her lips almost touched his ear. Bonnie shot him a warning glance, when the other woman whispered almost inaudibly, "Ask your mother something next time you see her, will you? Ask her what she knows about the father of her children. About his lineage. Because she will know. It's the reason you never got to meet him…"
Enzo jolted up, jerking his head, unwilling to sit there and listen to the woman ramble for much longer. "Stop," he hissed, and Bonnie got up after him, gently touching his arm.
Don't let her see that she's getting to you, she implored him, because she could tell how much the words of the woman had affected him, how deeply they had stung.
It was not just the things Liv had said, but also what she had not explicitly mentioned, the things she had left out, but in a manner that it was all too clear what she was inferring. Enzo's father was not a pure Silveren. Suddenly the puzzle pieces came together, and it all made sense. How Bonnie had been able to bond with him…
Did you know? she asked him, but he had shut himself off from her.
"Do you have the bandage or not?" Enzo abruptly asked, completely disregarding what the woman had been talking about and she shot him a sympathetic glance, before her gaze fell on Bonnie.
"I do." She gave him a look, open yet challenging. "I'll give it to you, but I want the weapon back in return. It is an heirloom of sorts after all..."
"No." Qetsiyah had gotten up and was shaking her head. "I earned it rightfully in battle. It is mine and I will have it back." She shot Liv a hateful glare, then stepped over to Enzo. "You will not give her the weapon, Eternal. Take it off and hand it back to me."
"He can't just take it off." It was Rebekah. She swiftly moved to stand by her brother's side, staring hard ahead.
"He will have to."
"Qetsiyah!" Rebekah sounded indignant, but her friend's whole stance brokered no argument, and Enzo gently laid a hand on his sister's arm.
"It's alright, Bekah. Time to get this off, anyway."
"Let me get you my spare bandage first at least." Tyler and Enzo exchanged a look before the younger man nodded and quickly walked out. Enzo made a face at Bonnie, then moved to take the offending object off.
You sure? Maybe we can...
No. He stared hard at Bonnie. I'm not gonna be a part of the powerplay of these two.
She smiled a sad, sympathetic smile at him. There was more to it. His mother... She understood.
"Enzo, no. Are you sure?" Caroline asked right then, concern in her voice, but he gave her a look that shut her right up, and she turned away upset but sympathetic.
When Enzo was done, he handed Qetsiyah the weapon and turned toward the entrance. "I'll be waiting outside. Bonnie, you coming?"
"Yeah," she said, putting her cup down, "I'll be right there." She was ready to follow him out, their trip to Liv not having been much of a success. Qetsiyah was already carefully wrapping the weapon in a tarp, when Liv suddenly grabbed Bonnie's arm, and she turned to glare at her, wary and alert.
"Wait." Liv stared at her, and while Bonnie felt the urge to angrily shake her off, she didn't. Then the young woman addressed the forester warrior.
"You shouldn't have come, Qetsiyah. But now that you're here, I'd like a word."
The forest woman squinted at Liv warily, and Bonnie felt something unspoken go on between the two. Eventually, the older one nodded.
"But the weapon stays in my possession."
Liv gave an eye roll, and a tired nod. "Fine. - Now, why don't you wait for me in the kitchen."
Qetsiyah huffed, her mouth an angry line, but she did as she was asked. "Tell Rebekah I'll meet her later," she told Bonnie, who could only nod at her.
Liv smiled at her, suddenly turning away, walking over to a small chest in front of her bedstead toward the back of her shed.
"I got something for you," she muttered to Bonnie, as she knelt down to open the chest and get a small bag out of it. She returned to Bonnie looking at her with warm sympathy.
"I like you, Bonnie. You have the heart of a warrior, and a mind of reason. You look out for yours, I can see and respect that." She laid a hand on Bonnie's cheek, and to her own surprise, Bonnie didn't flinch away. There was a strange compassion in the other girl's features.
"But you're not willing to help," she rasped, and Liv smiled.
"I hate the war as much as you do. It took everything from me. I'm not Silveren enough to follow in my grandfather's footsteps, not Golden enough to try out for a bond. But I'm happier that way."
"Good for you." Bonnie pulled away. She wanted to get going, but Liv held her back. She sighed.
"Give him this," she said, finally handing her the bag, and Bonnie took it delicately, a quizzical look giving away her confusion. "You were right. With every weapon there comes a bandage. It's been like that for almost an eternity. I want to see you succeed, Bonnie of the Golden."
Bonnie felt like she should say something but she couldn't make herself. The woman smiled mildly. "It is an older model, as well, obviously," she explained as if someone had asked. "They used to weave them stronger in the olden days. Better fabric, tighter woven. Feel it," she urged, and Bonnie did. Liv was right. The quality was a lot better, the texture tight and firm. She had a good feeling about that and she hoped she was right.
Because they needed that.
Suddenly, Liv leaned over and boldly kissed her on the lips. Bonnie pulled back, surprised, but the other woman chuckled.
"Let me know if you ever change your mind about him," she said, winking, then let her go.
Bonnie grinned a little awkwardly. "Thank you..."
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"I don't know, I still think giving back that weapon was a mistake." Caroline was stomping her feet against the cold, waiting for the others to get ready for the trek back to their settlement.
Enzo glared at her, shaking his head. "That's because you don't have to carry that freaking weapon," he snapped, uncharacteristically harsh, and she didn't press the matter. Bonnie gave her a sympathetic look, and the brunette shrugged.
"She has a point," she quietly said, earning herself a glare, too. "If we really want to go on that mission, we might need all the protection we can get. And while I hate to admit it, an Eternal Weapon is still one of the best weapons out there to help us with that."
Seriously, Bonnie? Enzo did not sound pleased at all. She understood him, she really did, but she also saw the bigger picture. She walked closer to Enzo, handing him the little pouch-like bag Liv had given her.
"It's the bandage," she explained when he frowned at her.
"She didn't get her weapon back."
Bonnie shrugged. "Liv seems to have a heart after all," she said, a small smile appearing on her face. "Come on, let's hurry and wrap you up."
She could feel how the pain was already obliterating most of his thoughts and he wasn't going to argue or put up a fight. With a sharp intake of breath, he leaned against the wall of Liv's shack and let Bonnie help him wrap his arm with it tightly.
If the weapon can help us reach our long term goal, she levelly began, not looking up from her task, but he didn't let her finish.
So you're willing to sacrifice me for the greater good. Is that it? One for the many? Because that's what this amounts to. There's no coming back from what the Old One does to you when you wear it for too long. You do realize it could very well mean that you'll go down that path with me, right?
He was angry, upset, but most of all, she could tell that he felt defeated. She gently put a hand on his chest.
"I'm willing to risk my life to end this war," she then said out loud and added, "but you're right. I'm not willing to risk yours."
That was the thing, really. She knew it was irrational. Her feelings for him got in the way of her usually pretty rationally thinking mind. Their lives for the many, it was a small sacrifice, and yet it was too much if it meant losing him. She couldn't help herself.
"Everything alright over here?" Rebekah suddenly appeared beside her brother, looking up to him with concern.
"Perfect," he grumbled, not looking at either her or Bonnie.
Rebekah frowned, shooting a glance at the other girl that Bonnie shrugged off with a grimace. Then, before the younger one could say anything else, Caroline interrupted them, clapping her hands.
"Alright," she said, "Let's get going. Rebekah, if Qetsiyah really isn't coming, there's no need to wait anymore." She was ready to get back, they all were. It wouldn't be particularly fun to ride back in the dark, especially not when it was probably going to freeze over again and their path would be even more slippery than before.
Rebekah nodded at her, then went to exchange a few quiet words with Marcel, who was holding their two horses by the reins.
"We need to hurry," Caroline was saying while Bonnie was still busy finishing her wrapping job, "I don't want to spend too much time in this freaking forest after nightfall. What the hell was Qetsiyah thinking, leading us here? She should have at least mentioned that the lady is a wood hermit."
Tyler walked over to her, grabbing her gently, talking to her, and Bonnie could hear the other girl huff but nod to whatever her boyfriend told her. Bonnie smiled to herself. Somehow, she could see a little of herself and Enzo in the other couple.
"You two ready over there?" Rebekah suddenly called out, jolting her out of her thoughts again. Her serious expression quickly pulled Bonnie and Enzo back into the here and now, and with a nod, they made their way over to the horses finally.
"I really hope we won't encounter any more trouble out here," Bonnie mumbled to herself, but Enzo picked up on it.
"Like what?" He asked as he prepared to get on his horse.
She rolled her eyes. "Rabid dogs?" she suggested, shrugging.
"What, you didn't like the experience? And here I thought you seemed like a dog person."
"A dog person, huh? Are we really talking about this right now?"
"Why not? Now is as good a time as any."
Bonnie huffed, then chuckled. "I do like dogs. Not rabid beasts, though."
The short light moment was cut short, when Enzo suddenly stopped what he was doing and motioned for them all to be quiet, signaling something to Tyler, who seemed to understand immediately and moved to put on the weapon he had brought.
Voices, Enzo informed her, over by the horses.
She grabbed his arm, eyes wide. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her throat.
We could try and hide, he halfheartedly suggested, but they both knew it was not really an option.
We need those horses… Bonnie stated flatly, grimacing. Without the horses, they would not make it back to the settlement for hours, and they wouldn't be able to get new ones early enough to quickly leave on their mission to meet with Enzo's contact. No, they couldn't hide. They would have to face whoever was out there. Bonnie chewed on her lips, her gaze locking on Enzo's as he nodded at her.
They might have to fight their way out of this one. The six of them... against how many others?
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