CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Meanwhile, hours later, the raven is gone. Aengus and Sarah still don’t speak.
Meloni is asleep on Grady. Her head lies in the nook of his shoulder, hair bouncing with the horse.
Looking up, Sarah gazes at the shape of the moon. Just a skinny semicircle sliver, darkening the entire wood. The moon brings up Peter and the nights they shared staring at it from the roof. She longs for his warm embrace. Just to know he's safe would be comforting right now. She looks out into the trees. They mush together with the ever-darkening patches of snow. How can Boris keep straight? She rides from the back of the group to him.
Boris keeps his face forward.
Sarah sighs. “Are we not going to make camp? I know more than one person here is tired. Meloni is asleep already.” She looks
