Chapter 8
‘Dawn? Why dawn?’ My bleary voice sounded too whiney for a Shamar—or whatever it was Dallmin had called me. ‘I know we need to track down Jake urgently, but surely an hour or so won’t make too much difference.’
It had taken me a long time to get to sleep, and knowing I was keeping Bane awake when he needed to recover had only made it harder to relax. Crazy images and emotions had swirled in my brain for hours on end until I went back to my old solution of playing loud music through headphones to drown out all other thoughts. Even so, I’d only managed a few hours’ restless tossing.
‘And by “dawn”, you know he means nautical dawn, right? That’s six-thirty-five, by the way, for all you civvies,’ Tim clarified. ‘Seven minutes to go.’
As I sat by the last embers glowing in the woo
