Thirteen – 02

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]

“Smells good, Tala.”

Thom looked up from his plate and smiled. “Hey Paul.”

He offered a jaunty salute on his way to the fire, where Tala had already started to fix a plate for him.

My brows went I carefully shifted Lin just enough that he was in a more comfortable position for me without disturbing him. “I thought you were on the watch.”

“I was,” he said. “Your brother and Phelan and Hecate and Gideon relieved me so I could come snag a bite to eat.”

“Anything interesting out there?” Thom asked. I almost swallowed my tongue. Gideon was with them. What had they found out when they’d gone to talk to the Hunt?

“Huntsman coming back in,” Paul said, then shrugged as he accepted his plate from Tala. “Otherwise, been pretty quiet, all things considered.”

“Did he look like something was wrong?” I asked, watching Paul as he dug into his breakfast.

He answered me between bites, shaking his head quickly. “No, just seemed like the usual scout coming back in. Why? Should I—was that why they came out to the gate? You think something’s wrong?”

Thom tossed a questioning look in my direction. I swallowed hard.

“Maybe,” I said, the word already tasting like a lie. “But I hope not.”

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