[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]
“Cameron.” I spun, moving to follow him. He was already three strides past me and moving fast.
What the hell has him so spooked?
“Cameron!”
He stopped the second time I called his name, body ridged but trembling from head to toe. He turned slowly to face me, his eyes wide and haunted. “Please, Mar,” he said, his voice weak. “I have to make sure she’s okay.”
“She’s fine,” I told him. “Why wouldn’t she be?”
“I just have to see it for myself. Please. I’ll meet you by the fire in ten minutes. Just let me do this.”
“All right, all right.” I bit my lip, swallowing hard. He gave me a weak nod.
“Thank you.”
He broke into a run once he’d gotten two steps beyond me.
“Should you have let him go like that?” Rory asked a moment later as he stopped to stand behind my shoulder. I grimaced, wrapping my arms around my son. Little Lin made a quiet sound, shifting in the wrap where I carried him against my chest.
“You think I should have stopped him?”
“Marin, what just happened was really weird.”
My lips thinned. “I know. But I trust him and I definitely understand his reaction to whatever the hell happened out there. If I were him, I’d want to see Neve, too. If it was me, I’d want to see Thom.”
“I guess I can understand that.” Rory stared in the direction Cameron had gone. “Want me to wake anyone?”
I hesitated for a moment before I shook my head. “No. I’ll handle this.”
Feels like that’s what it comes down to sometimes anyway.
“Do you want me to come?”
“Stay on watch,” I said. “Just in case.”
Rory nodded. He squeezed my shoulder before he headed back to the wall. The gates were closed and barred now. Everything was quiet.
How long it would stay that way remained to be seen.
