Maybe he thinks that is how Masters are supposed to act,” Call said. “Considering no one’s ever exactly explained to us how they are supposed to act.”
No one had anything to say to that. For a while, they walked in silence, boots crunching through the snow. Out of the corner of Call’s eye, he kept noticing the small shadow keeping pace with them, slipping from tree to tree. He almost pointed it out to Tamara, except that she hadn’t said a word since the Masters had taken Aaron back to the Magisterium. She seemed lost in her own thoughts.
What was it? It didn’t look large enough to be threatening. Maybe it was a small elemental like Warren, one that was nervous to reveal itself. Maybe it was Warren, too scared to apologize. Whatever it was, Call couldn’t seem to get the thought of it out
