A twig snapped.
Amara awoke instantly, but feigned continued sleep.
cover of her blanket, she eased one of her daggers from its sheath and strained
to detect the intruder's location. Behind her, she finally decided. Just beyond
the campfire's feeble flames. And whoever was coming closer.
In a blur of movement, Amara flung off her blanket and rolled to
a crouch. Ignoring the pain in her side, she reared to throw her deadly
At a surprised, dirty faced girl.