Inside was dark, but in the overcast daylight through the entrance she saw rows of benches leading up to a massive lump of strand at the back, shaped vaguely like a high-backed chair. Was that where the Tainted shaman sat and performed his duties? Evie shuddered, but didn’t move.
She needed a test. She had always excused her actions before, telling herself they were mistakes, split-second decisions, or that Hunter had forced her hand with his stubbornness. Things had to be different this time. She had to be the one to initiate the lawbreaking. No one around, no one to encourage or admonish her. She had to know she could do it, if the time came again when it was necessary.
She took a step through the threshold. A lump formed in her throat and she swallowed it down. The shadows and dampnes
