Chapter ThirtyWatters had no sooner left the shelter of the ruin than the mist began to lift. He was unsure if that was an advantage or a disadvantage as he descended towards the house. He heard the cry of the hunting bird without giving it much heed until a hawk rose from Rockside.
Rachel Grey hunted with hawks. Is she out hunting now? If so, it is a damned strange time to choose, Watters moved on cursing the thickness of the undergrowth that impeded his view of the house and immediate policies.
The hawk called again, a piercing whistle that echoed through the thinning mist. Watters glanced upward to see the bird disappearing into the haze. Voices floated from below, rising and falling as the breeze caught them. Watters heard Rachel Grey's slightly unbalanced laugh and the deep bass of
