"Did you see him?"

As soon as we left Old Man's Den and were in the relative safety of the Slipjoint Forest, that was the first question out of Shay's mouth. We rode in the back of her carriage, with Grady and Thomas driving it. Gibby lay bundled in Shay's arms, still a little feverish but asleep, with Ribbons purring softly on her stomach. Sasha leaned her head against my chest, watching them through sleepy eyes.

"No." The darkness in the back of the carriage ...