(Caius)
Rodan was on the floor inside the pack house.
I stepped through the hole in the wall and stood over him and looked down at him and let him look back at me. He was conscious. His face was cut from the wood that had given way when he went through it and he was holding his side where he'd hit the floor but he was conscious and he could hear me and that was what mattered right now.
"Get up," I said.
He moved. Not quickly. He got one hand under himself and pushed and made it to his knees and then the rest of the way up, and he stood in front of me with blood on his face and something in his expression that had not been there in the yard before I hit him. The composure was gone. What was left underneath it was what I'd suspected was there all along.
Fear. Real fear. The kind that di
