“There.”
Ruby squinted. On the next ridge she made out a darker silhouette against the sky—a lone rider moving along the crest. The figure was small at this distance, but she knew it was him. The posture. The way he sat a horse.
“Evan,” she whispered.
“If we press hard, we can intercept him before he descends into the wooded lowlands,” Bryce said.
Ruby shook her head. “No. From here, I go on alone.”
Bryce frowned. “Ruby—”
“This isn’t up for debate! He won’t speak to you. If you don’t want him to run, you’ll let me go to him alone.”
Bryce glanced at Niall and then nodded. “All right. We’ll hang back.”
Ruby nodded once then turned to look back at the ridge. The figure was just disappearing into a stand of trees. Setting her heels to her mount, she went racing after him.
