No pounding on the doors, no one tearing down the house to get me, no cars racing down the fields, no police spying on us. Randine was abnormally quiet for a man who’d created a nefarious scheme to snatch me and found my hideout after I’d run away. Did he think I’d run away from Ausmane? I couldn’t get any explanation or assurance either.
I hadn’t seen Ausmane for days. Even when he was out catching volyrs—his own kind, really—at least he’d come home once a night, which could only mean he was hiding himself from me, waiting for me to cool down and approach him myself. He wasn’t exactly the considerate type, but he’d undeniably been towards me. I doubted he realized that about himself. I did, and it made want to meet him and straighten this out once and for all.
His presence finally ret
