The night was heavy, even before the guilt set in.
Eiko and Tash had gone off into the Wastelands together,half-whispers, half-laughter, oblivious to everything else. Whatever tension had been between them was sparking a fire, and they’d gone to put it out. Lucky them.
I wasn’t that lucky.
My head was in chaos. Carlos missing. Ragnar. The memory of his touch still crawled beneath my skin like heat I couldn’t wash off. I no longer trusted what I felt.
I had to find Steel
When I reached the shifter camp, I wished I hadn’t.
The firelight threw wild shadows across the tents, and there,through the canvas, Steel and Asher’s bodies tangled in silhouette. A moving, gasping, obvious silhouette.
I froze. My brain screamed, turn around, pretend you didn’t see it, but my eyes betrayed me.
Cou
