CHAPTER 15

Edward gave the battle cry and urged his horse down the hill. Around him, his men took up the cry and soon the valley echoed with the thunder of horses. The Woods descended like avenging hellfire, their savage cries enough to frighten the souls of the dead.

After a faltering hesitation, when it wasn’t clear whether they meant to attack or run, Cameron’s men surged forward. divmet in a clash of swords at the bottom of the hill. Edward slashed through the first two men he encountered with a deft swing of his sword. He could see the surprise—and the fear—in the eyes of Cameron’s men. They hadn’t expected to encounter a fighting force such as Edward’s, and Edward derived unholy satisfaction from that fact.

He glanced quickly to check on his men. He needn’t have worried. Caleb and Alan were cutting a swath through Cameron’s men while the rest of his soldiers dispatched their foes with expert speed and agility.

Edward set his sights on Cameron, who still hadn’t dismounted his horse. He stoo