Cane lets out a low smirk. “Are you scared?” he asks.
I stare at him like the answer should be obvious. “Of course I am,” I say. “Shouldn’t I be? I didn’t even know a place like this existed in Crescent Hollow.”
He turns serious suddenly. He slows to a halt and looks at me fully now. “If you go beyond this part of crescent hollow,” he says firmly, “you’re going to encounter rogues.”
My stomach sinks.
“Rogues,” he continues. “Mountain Dires. Wild Ravens. Blood Tithers.”
Each word makes my chest feel tighter.
“So listen to me carefully,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Whatever happens in your entire life, never stroll past Obsidian Veil. Not for escape. Not for safety. Never.”
A cold dread crawls up my spine.
“What?,” I whisper. “What the hell are those things?”
He does not
