Chapter 30
Arthur forced himself between us before I could answer. From behind, he could have been Luke, all broad shoulders and intensity of purpose. So I let him take point. Let him ask the question I didn’t want answered.
“Sorry for what?”
“The tokens.” Honor spoke to her feet. “Three of them. Too many. But that’s only halfway to forcing a Hunt. And it’s possible nobody went back to get them....”
Three instead of two? Was Ruth talking about the magnets and sword I’d entrusted her with rather than my human hair and pelt? Was she trying to make it look like she wasn’t the one who’d tipped Victor off about my status as woelfin?
Arthur shook his head while I was still trying to work my way through the maze of Ruth’s thought processes. “Not three. Five.” His fists clenched. “We lost two
