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Cathal asked. Brice had asked himself the same question, countless times.
“I can’t keep running forever.” It was what he had been telling himself for the last hour, ever since Cathal said Shaela had tracked Brice down already.
That was disconcerting. Normally, Brice had a few days’ grace at a new hold-out, but he’d only arrived here at dawn. Either he was growing slack, or Shaela had new intelligence.
He looked around, at the trees, the leaves filling out as spring finally came to the basin. High overhead, the last of the day’s sunlight bathed them in brilliant light, but at their base the trunks were already smothered in shadow.
Cathal turned his head, those large discs where his eyes had once been swirling like angry clouds. His lips parted as he took a breath, revealing yellowe
