Koh'a's plan had been great. Really. Perfect, flawless, absolutely the pinnacle of planning and forethought. Leave his village, leave the Twelveswood, get out, get away from everything he ever knew. Bleached his hair, changed his name, got himself too drunk to remember salient details, so it felt more convincing when he lied.
He'd just made one tiny, little miscalculation.
Senah.
"
Koh'a?" she'd said, when she saw him. Or at least he presumed she'd seen him, anyway.