Chapter 17: Will’s Choice
Will
That was how Will found him.
Arm across his eyes, breathing shallow and steadied. Tears had made tracks in the grubby muck on his face.
Will hadn’t been able to find a trace to start with. Fenn had clearly been keeping his kias wrapped tightly against him. Will wouldn’t have realized that was possible before Fenn had taught him how. He’d just have thought that Fenn had gone, disappeared back to wherever he came from.
He’d persisted though, and eventually, his persistence was rewarded. He’d left the flat and followed the trace he’d found, although that disappeared almost as soon as he put his coat on. But then he found a flicker that tasted of Fenn, still south of the river, which made sense. He’d been drawn to the foreshore the day before and had found a
