If Leonid looked at her then…
The thought of the medium cut her to the heart. He could no more escape this than she could. He belonged to the lost Ferryman, and as such was a part of Vivian’s plan. The Twarz meant to take him, and it didn’t matter to her at all that he was a feeling creature, awake and aware and unwilling.
It was time to try to warn him once more, before the Reed and the others came to oust the spy from their midst.
She hurried away, to the room where the medium had been placed.
He sat against the wall farthest from the door, his body tense. He had been listening to the goings-on in the other room, probably from the moment the Votadini had appeared outside. Signe lay beside him, gray and sunken beneath a pile of jackets and shirts that really had no purpose for someone
