Cathal rolled the parchment back up and looked at me. “Kaja, talk to Cait about your gear. She’ll see if you’re missing anything essential.”
I almost gaped when he said my name instead of addressing me as “the humanborn,” but I was smarter than to argue I was already well equipped. When it came to shrieks, one could never have enough gear, and the mythborn probably had better charms and curses than I could get on my own. If they were willing to share, even if only for the night, I wouldn’t refuse.
At Cathal’s gesture, everybody stood up and left through the door.
Caitríona matched my pace as we walked through the courtyard, and her vibrant blue eyes inspected my outfit while I tried not to stare at her azure hair sneaking out from a tight beret. I didn’t need to read her mind to guess h
