Chapter 3
Merit“Brother, I need to speak with you.” Amity pulled Merit into her room and closed the door.
“What is it?” He had finally set the kits down to sleep. Still wound up from the day’s excitement, they resisted every urge to attend to their hygiene and change into their sleeping clothes. They demanded a story. Merit read from the large book of Talmar fables, worn from use. Once that finished, only another story would do. Finally, he rubbed the top of their heads with the side of his face, covering them with the comfort of his familiar scent. Only then were they ready for sleep.
“The human will not be happy here.” Amity sat on the edge of the bed and ran a brush through her hair.
“I appreciate your candor,” he said in an even, neutral tone. Speaking directly was not something Am
