The sky was a pale color of gray as Colton galloped from Adoceyn’s house, still much too bright for him to pass unnoticed, but he saw no other choice. If he dared rest till darkness fell, he was sure, he would fall asleep from exhaustion and wake with a sword at his neck. His own plan was hardly less dangerous—its success would in all likelihood be his death—but of late rash, well-thought through, but somehow still thoughtless plans had become a frequent companion.
well done!