Page 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 The hunter turned his head slightly, canting his ear in a listening gesture, though his eyes were never removed from his work. There was a long pause as he recalled the events of the battle, the muscles in his shoulders and back tensing slightly as each strike and parry was remembered. Finally, after setting down the cloth and tightening his grip around the wire brush, he spoke. "Get some rest. We'll talk more on it tomorrow as we ride." "Vanesse." "How are you feeling? We're already halfway to the border." Vanesse's Story is continued on the next page.