Thirty-Six
Warren skips ahead with Cobra. He chats animatedly to her, just like he did all those months ago when she first appeared. Solma’s eyes narrow as she watches but she says nothing.
They’re heading out of the village, taking a roundabout route towards the wilderness so those holding Blume’s nest under siege won’t see them. They’re going to the woods. Solma’s absent leg itches at the thought and she stomps through the grasses, trying to distract herself. Why would anyone head into these woods if they didn’t have to? But of course, Olive is right up in front, striding into the shadows as if there weren’t monstrous animals lurking within, as if nobody had ever died in these woods. Solma clenches her fists around the hilt of her knife. Her knuckles tremble.
Beside her, Mamba glances
