Chapter 8: CuttingsLater, Tarquin was certain all he’d done was close his eyes for a moment while Prea and Edonay discussed preparations to care for the wounded. Then all of a sudden he was awake, listening to the harsh whispering of a hushed argument.
“I don’t understand. I can help you. I’m sure of it. Why be so stubborn for no reason?” Edonay stood with her hands on her hips, looking up at the wall where Five had climbed so high he was tucked just under the ceiling, the one place in the room the sunlight couldn’t touch. He glared down at the animist, his long tail swishing back and forth.
Five’s head jerked up immediately when Tarquin turned toward the noise. His whole body twitched like he wanted to jump down. Instead he pressed himself farther up on the wall and glowered down at Edo
