“Do you think we should go look for them?”
“No, I think you should shut the damn door and stop letting the cold in. If they can’t travel further, they’ll make camp.”
Kaz shut the door reluctantly and returned to the fire.
“I’m worried about them,” he said. “I can’t remember the last time it was this cold and they’ve never been this late before.”
“I told you,” Leja snapped. “They’re fine. They probably just made camp for the night.”
Leja’s words failed to quell the worry bubbling in Kaz’s gut. He kept glancing at the door throughout the night.