Chapter Eighteen
They worked steadily for another hour, probably two. Finally, Kann called from inside that they’d reached all the sticks coming through the dome.
The two lion shifters crawled out, Saul was first with his loose golden hair hanging over his shoulders, nearly trailing the snow when he was on all fours. The parka made him look even bulkier than he was.
Kann, bare chested since he’d given his coat to her, followed him out, his hair still neatly arranged down the back of his head.
Tor stood next to Col. Both wore their hair loose, no braids, no decorations. Maybe that was just how it was when they’d left Reylea.
“What is it, shuarra?” Col asked, his eyes watching her intently. “I see the question dancing in your mind.”
“I—It was silly.”
He shook his head. “Ask.”
“Your h
