Chapter NineAlaric shivered, his wet lower half making the night air feel a good ten degrees colder. It was already November, he reminded himself. His mother would skin him alive if she saw him in nothing but his underwear with the winter's first snow due any day.
Mason had chuckled and dropped backward in the water when Alaric had stepped out to put the pendant back in his pocket. Alaric watched the surface as the ripples that marked his passing settled and soothed. For the longest time, nothing moved. Alaric shivered again before he moved back toward the water, easing in until it was up to his waist. He could feel Mason's energy in the water, washing downstream, swirling around him.
When Mason rose, he tugged Alaric deeper, turning him. “Water's cold.” Alaric murmured.
Mason nodded, k
