*Xander*

I spent the short day watching the wall of mist along the horizon, wondering what the hell was on the other side and why Zeke hadn’t gone with Ianthe.

Zeke finally crawled out of whatever hole he’d be hiding in around dusk, his face shielded from the lingering daylight by the hood of his cloak. He looked sunken, and his eyes were burning with frustration.

I flinched a bit as his eyes met mine, glowing like raw gold in the fading ...