“You wanted to go home,” Nash said. “There’s nothing here holding you back.”
Saria looked hurt. Daniel caught the undercurrents, but kept to herself.
“You can keep her safe, right?” Nash asked Daniel.
“I can,” she said.
“When will you be leaving?” Nash asked.
Daniel looked to Saria. “Right away,” Saria said suddenly. “We should be able to make the next village before the sun sets.”
Nash stood there woodenly while Saria gathered a few things before going out to her horse. Daniel followed her, not sure what to say.
“If time allows, perhaps I will see you again,” Saria said as she mounted her horse.
“Perhaps, but not likely,” Nash said. “Once you are gone, I will be moving on. I do not believe that your father will be willing to let your sister’s murder go unpunished if he knows where the murderer lives.”
Daniel looked at Nash more closely and memorized his face as best she could. Adriana’s murderer stood before her.
“Fine,” Saria said. “Let’s go, Daniel. Father is waiting.”
Saria never looked back while Nash watched them go. Daniel, on the other hand, turned back several times. She was going to be trouble, and Nash knew it.