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It took them another couple of hours before they reached the building Cat referred to as the bunker. Daventree felt they walked too slowly—hadn’t Rodin run this distance with nothing on his feet? Daventree was sure he’d heard that tale told, along with others, as he’d overheard Fuego and his people talking.
That seemed to be how it went—Daventree to one side, told nothing, only learning anything through eavesdropping. Like now, when Cat and Rannall huddled together, occasionally turning to issue instructions to Fuego. Even when they came to a halt, behind a line of boulders, nobody told Daventree to stop. It was assumed that he’d copy their movements.
“You okay?” Kester asked.
“I’m fine.” Daventree gave his friend a smile he didn’t feel inside. Why would Kester imagine h
