As soon as Dakshana stepped into the cave, she knew something was wrong. Unease whispered in her blood, skittered down her spine like shards of ice. What was wrong? Minka and Srina sank down on a patch of dry earth, huddled together, compared wounds, tried to laugh.
Chadstone knelt beside a pile of stones. Dakshana felt it before she saw it, the burn of rune magic in the air. Then she realized Chadstone had lit a fire. With nothing more than his bare hands. Dakshana studied him in the firelight, and she knew.
Outside the cave, the wolves were silent.
1 comment:
sneaky son of a gun......
but I love him anyway
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