Fifty-five
The ghoul called Keelin took Brice into the Hermes. Deva wanted to help, but it was hard to move. Besides, she still held her bloody screwdriver.
Piran offered to clean it for her, but she shook her head. It was too precious for that. Instead, she found a cloth in one pocket, wrapped the gory metal in that, and placed everything in another pocket.
Keelin emerged from the Hermes—and although it felt strange calling one of these ghouls by a name, this one was, she knew, a friend. She told them that Ryann was seeing to Brice’s wounds. Dia stepped forward, said she needed a moment of contemplation, and strode into the Hermes too. Keelin rested a hand on her shoulder as she passed, and Dia patted that hand. Then Keelin said what needed to be done.
Everyone obeyed. Not because i
