Definitely well trained. I stared after her…wondering. Then I shook my head and forced myself back in the present.
When I left the Amazons, I left everything about them, even my family, for a time. It was too late for regrets now. Besides, if the mare belonged to whom I suspected, she wouldn’t let childhood friendships stop her from hunting me down-not if she learned I was the one who’d sneaked into the camp.
She would want answers, and she wouldn’t be subtle about getting them. Just like she hadn’t been subtle ten years earlier when she’d stood with the High Priestess against me.
Chapter Three
When I woke the next morning-three hours past my normal waking time-my first thoughts were of the Amazons: had they found my clues? Did they know what they meant? Would my small message be enough to save another teen? And had they sensed my presence? I’d dropped the juniper, but that would offer only the smallest of clues. My energy smeared all over the mare would be much harder to miss-by a high priestess as powerful as, say, my grandmother anyway. There weren’t many as old as Bubbe, or as skilled, but it was a possibility. Were the Amazons already putting together a plan to drag me back to the council? To find out what I knew and how?
At that juncture I had no way of knowing the answers to any of those questions, but I was sure of one thing: hiding my unwilling involvement in the deaths was the right choice. If anything, my visit the night before, the roiling of my stomach when I’d first seen the house, remembering how even my best friend had turned against me, had confirmed that.
I’d done what I could to alert the Amazons, and the police were already investigating. It was enough; it had to be. I couldn’t even share what had happened with Mother or Bubbe. Odds were they would feel they had to alert the Amazons directly, which would mean me facing the Amazons. It wasn’t going to happen.