Elias strolls past, muttering something about how he found a frog with teeth and tried to keep it as a pet until it bit him. Hedoesn’t break stride. Doesn’t pause to ask if we’re okay. Just keeps talking. “Honestly, he’s probably still somewhere around here. I called him Larry.”
Riven groans. “If that thing crawls into my bed again, ”
“Don’t be jealous of Larry.”
“I’m going to kill Larry.”
“Try it. He knows your scent.”
Silas mumbles something unintelligible, curled up on his side with his cloak over his head like a shroud.
I miss Daemon.
But not the place. The illusion of something stable. Something known. Now all we have is Luna. And the impossible weight of what she’s becoming. And the truth none of us wants to admit.
She’s not leading us anywhere safe. She’s leading us deeper. And we’re going to follow her anyway.