15
The day after the Guilds murdered Lily, I followed the madman Liam through the mountains, heading toward a place where impossible people believed in impossible things.
We didn’t speak much the rest of that day, only an offer of food, and a warning of slippery ground. He found another cave for us to sleep in and surrounded the opening with his black stones. He crawled under the blanket beside me without protest.
The nightmare came. The endless black and the pounding of hooves. A gentle voice pulled me from the dream before the screaming began.
I woke to the weight of Liam’s arm draped over me. I fell back asleep before I could wonder if he was awake.
