“They’re hiding something from us, Marin.”
Marin glanced up from her book and toward Neve, who sat with one knee drawn to her chest against the wall of the shelter she still shared with Cameron—though Cameron had been sharing Thordin’s for the past few days. “Who is?”
“You know who,” Neve said, sighing softly and tilting her head back to stare at the rough-hewn beams above her head. “The boys. They can feel there’s something about to happen but they’re staying mum about it because the last thing they want is for us to worry our pretty little heads about it.”
Marin snorted softly. “Raising your voice to that pitch is a nice touch.” She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “What do you actually expect from them, Neve? Really, what do you want them to do, tell us every time they’ve got a bad feeling about something? Of course they’re going to try to keep us from worrying right now—especially when there might not be anything to worry about.”
“So you don’t think that’s something’s about to happen?”
Marin sighed. “I’m in a constant state of waiting for the other shoe to drop these days, Neve. I have to hope that somehow we’ll get lucky and the ominous warning we’ve gotten is simply preemptive, a cautionary warning.”
Neve shuddered visibly. If I believe there’s something actually wrong, does that mean I actually believe that Leinth showed up to warn us? Or does that mean I think that she’s got something to do with whatever’s about to happen to us? It was a question that had been on her mind for days, since their encounter. She couldn’t blame Cameron for the accident of his lineage—she’d forgiven him that much, at least—but she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that there was far, far more happening than any of them realized.
She started to voice another concern to Marin when the door slammed open.
“I can’t take him anymore,” Jacqueline said. “I just can’t do it.
“I think I’m going to kill Phelan, Neve. I’m sorry, but I think I’m going to do it.”
