Terrell's POV
"ANGEL!"
My voice went into the fog and the fog took it and gave me nothing back.
I was on my knees at the cliff edge. My hands were on the stone. The generals were behind me and the dead horse was behind them and none of that mattered because Angel had gone over this edge and I could not hear her and the fog was telling me nothing.
"ANGEL!"
Nothing.
I looked at the horse.
It was dead. Not from the run - from whatever had been done to it before the run. I could see it now with the cold clarity of fury making things sharp: the way it had gone, the specific direction it had chosen, the cliff it had known was there. Not a spooked animal. Not a freak accident.
Someone had done this.
Someone had sent my wife over a cliff.
