Chapter 40

The tent flap swooshes quietly as it falls into place behind me. I can’t see anyone nearby, but remain on high alert. If I encounter just one guard, I may never make it out of the camp. That guard could send out a warning that I have escaped and the fact that I am carrying Clay’s body would only make it worse. I peek around the right corner of the tent. Nobody. Coast is clear. I move quickly along the side of the tent. Clay’s tent appears to be at the center of the camp and is given a pretty wide berth by the other tents.

Hearing voices, I slip into a narrow corridor between the tents that border Clay’s. The rustle of his body brushing against the canvas nearly makes my heart stop. The sound seemed so loud that I thought I would be caught for sure. Thankfully, the men don’t notice and just walk past, not even glancing in my direction. According to the map, Clay doesn’t have personal guards at his tent, but prefers to have them in a wide circle around his tent and his genera