Up on the raised wooden platform, Damon stared at the slim figure walking onto the field.
Damon immediately squinted his eyes.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his large hands on the wooden railing of the platform. He watched the way the black-clad figure walked. He watched the light, completely perfectly balanced steps. He looked at the slim shoulders and the narrow waist.
Damon knew every single soldier in his massive army perfectly. He knew Gideon was a giant mountain of a man.
Damon knew instantly, completely, and without a single doubt, that something was very, very wrong. That small, agile shadow walking onto the dirt field was obviously not Gideon.
Damon did not panic. He did not yell out loud to stop the fight. He did not want to show any weakness or confusion in front of General Howe and the massive crowd.
Damon slowly turned his head to the side. He gave a very small, sharp signal with his eyes.
He signaled Kade to step closer and bend his head down.
