Chapter 5Albus carried Zale down the stairs. For a second, he’d forgotten how sick he was despite the scent of the illness clinging to him. He had to be more careful—no fast movements, no quick lifts. All color had drained from Zale’s face when he’d grabbed him.
There was no way he could disguise his scent from Saxon, but maybe it would make him act fast if he realized Zale didn’t have much time left.
His heart hammered uncomfortably in his chest. He’d only spoken to Saxon once, and it had been several years ago when he’d still believed things would be different on this side of the veil. The way Saxon had stared at him without replying when Albus had spoken was only one of many reminders of his insignificance.
He carried Zale past Nithe’s house, sticking to the back of the houses so the
