“Don't struggle! They'll come and inspect!”
Jonah relaxed. Sort of. It was Rheadne. Just the person he wanted to see.
“Why are you spying on Aloisa and Penelope?” she whispered.
“I'm not,” whispered Jonah defensively. “That wasn't supposed to happen. I was looking for you.”
Rheadne's expression cleared. “Came for me, huh? I'm pleased, but you would have met disaster this way. My tent's on the other side of camp. Come with me.”
She released him, and cautiously took off. Jonah followed her. They maneuvered around the camp with nary a sound; Rheadne was excellent at stealth. Jonah caught words from some other people as well. He glimpsed Tenta again, who was still seething over his injured jaw. Jonah clearly heard Blue Dumbass when they went near him. When they neared Rheadne's tent, they
