ROANE
They’d been walking through the forest until it got dark. Roane kept waiting for her to fly away, or go invisible, or do something magical, but she never did. She trekked ahead of him, walking as if she were a human, until they came to a clearing. She stopped and gazed around, sighing. “I suppose we can sleep here tonight.”
His eyebrows pinched together. “You sleep?”
“No.” She waved her hand in the air and a bonfire appeared. Two sleeping bags were on the floor, on either side of the fire. She dropped down on one of them and crossed her legs. “But you do.”
His head moved back an inch. “That’s very . . .” He couldn’t bring himself to give her a compliment. She was being nice.
“What?” She laughed. “You’re surprised I might have a soul in me? I was inside of Davy for a year. Some o
