Our strange captive never does wake, and we drag them on a makeshift sled. Kellan and the others make do with some long, willowy branches and armfuls of pine.
Practical skills like this are so much more impressive to me than conjuring fire out of nothing.
Really thought we'd run into the intruders out here. It's strange there's nothing.
Selene's musings almost have me tripping over my feet, and Kellan glances over his shoulder in concern.
I wave him off with a weak smile.
You mean this person isn't the reason they went off?
Selene and Grimoire are quiet.
When they're intentionally silent like this, their lack of noise has a heavier weight in my head.
My silver husky looks up from my side, and I swear her pale blue eyes are digging their disappointment straight into my stupid brain. You thought this one was responsible for the alarms?
Grimoire adds, The wards are quite a distance from camp. For all of them to go off at once, do you really think a single being could do it?
