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It was near the end of the fourth day
through the dark and rock, their escorts
hauling the boat tirelessly, that Rowan
murmured, “We’re entering barrow-wight
territory.”
Gavriel twisted from his spot by the prow.
“How can you tell?”
Sprawled beside him, still in wolf form,
Fenrys cocked his ears forward.
She hadn’t asked him why he remained in
his wolf’s body. No one asked her why she
remained in her Fae form, after all. But she
supposed that if he donned his Fae form, he
might feel inclined to talk. To answer
questions that he was perhaps not yet ready to
discuss. Might begin simply screaming and
screaming at what had been done to them, to
Connall.
Rowan pointed with a tattooed finger
toward an alcove in the wall. Shadow veiled