Neve met Phelan\u2019s gaze and gave a nearly imperceptible shake of her head. Now wasn\u2019t the time to admit to any sort of weakness, but she clearly knew what he was thinking.<\/p>\n
Phelan shivered and dropped back down onto the log next to Marin. \u201cThey didn\u2019t have to thrash Cariocecus to get us not thinking clearly. We\u2019re already scattered with Leviathan\u2019s appearance.\u201d And, truth be known, still not fully recovered from everything else that\u2019s happened lately.<\/em><\/p>\n Marin\u2019s cold fingers found his and squeezed.<\/p>\n Phelan sighed.<\/p>\n Anselm arched a brow at them, tilting his head slightly to one side. \u201cYou seem distressed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOnly at the usual levels,\u201d Marin said, mustering a smile from somewhere. \u201cBut Phelan\u2019s right, Leviathan showing up like that has us all rattled, especially with Thom and the others away.\u201d<\/p>\n Made worse by the fact that we\u2019re not sure if he\u2019s friend or foe.<\/em> Phelan frowned at the fire. No, make that fairly certain he\u2019s a foe, he just wants us to think otherwise.<\/em> \u201cI don\u2019t think it was Leviathan that had Cariocecus attacked,\u201d he said slowly. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t fit his style.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll bow to your wisdom in that, Taliesin,\u201d Anselm said. \u201cYou would know better than I.\u201d<\/p>\n Phelan winced, though he knew it was the truth\u2014he would<\/em> know better than the old soldier, whether he liked it or not.<\/p>\n His fingers itched and he felt cold, too cold. He was exhausted, but wanted to pace, wanted to move.<\/p>\n Nothing\u2019s right, everything\u2019s wrong. Been in one spot for too long now, too long.<\/em><\/p>\n He tried to clamp down on the feeling. His fingers twitched. Marin looked at him, brow furrowing.<\/p>\n \u201cPhelan?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he said, fighting hard to keep his voice even and stead. \u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n What\u2019s another lie?<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Neve said, coming to her feet, her face like a stormcloud. \u201cNo, you\u2019re not.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Neve met Phelan\u2019s gaze and gave a nearly imperceptible shake of her head. Now wasn\u2019t the time to admit to any sort of weakness, but she clearly knew what he was thinking. Phelan shivered and dropped back down onto the … Continue reading