Chapter 22Elis had no idea where they were headed. Not to The Marrow, he knew that much. But the journey seemed endless, until he shut his eyes and was jolted awake what felt like only seconds later when the carriage came to a stop. He was burrowed deep against Latham, the fur under his cheeks warmed by his skin. But waking also awoke the pain in his achingly empty stomach. It gurgled and growled on cue.
Latham stroked his hair and the skin behind his ear before saying softly, “Let’s get you inside and put some food in you.”
Elis grunted and allowed Latham to all but carry him from the carriage. The driver jumped down and escorted Latham, placing a hand on his arm and leading him to the front door of a very smart-looking townhouse. It was tall and thin, windows and doors all symmetrical
