[This post is from Thomas Merlin Ambrose’s point of view.]
“So what did we miss?”
I jerked at the sound of Artorius’s voice, then winced as pain lanced through me. Kay’s grip tightened a little and I could almost hear her teeth grinding. She turned more quickly than I did toward the sound of his voice, lips already starting to curl into a snarl.
“Where the actual hell were you?” she demanded, her tone abruptly even more angry than she’d been earlier. I barely suppressed a wince that had nothing to do with my physical discomfort as I turned around.
Tory stopped a few feet from us, his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Anne was with him and she blinked in surprise at Kailey.
“We were out by the lakeshore,” Anne said. “We didn’t know anything was happening until we got back here with our catch.” Her brow furrowed as she looked between us. “So I’ll second Tory’s question—what did we miss? What happened?”
I grimaced and shook my head slightly. “We have visitors.”
“Visitors don’t usually get the Hunt this nervous or make your uncle disappear, Lin.” Tory crossed his arms. “Aunt Tala said he went for a walk when I said I was going to go see him up at the forge. There’s something going on.”
“Yeah,” I said, then started walking—stumbling, really. Anne reached for me but I just managed to dodge out of her reach.
I didn’t know what I was going to tell them, and I hurt too much to think clearly anyway.
I’ll sleep and then I’ll figure it out—or maybe someone will figure it out for me.
“I’m going to go lay down,” I said, heading back toward the village proper. “Wake me when it’s time to eat.”