34—Falling FastFuyudori’s eyes locked with mine across the space, and the light from the candle in her hand made them flash red.
Then her gaze shifted downward, and I could see that she had spotted the letter. The drawing. A smile formed on her thin, red lips: a wolf’s smile. Or, rather, a fox’s. She looked hungry. She looked very much as if she were about to devour me.
“Kitsune,” I gasped, and though I know that she couldn’t have heard me she blinked, and the smile grew.
Fuyudori. Winter bird. Snowbird, as Masugu had said. Ghostie-girl. Kee Sun had laughed that she’d snuck out of the Retreat, desperate to make sure that Masugu was all right, but no—she’d snuck out to finish the job and find the scroll. And to make sure that the rest of us couldn’t interfere, she’d tried to poison us. A
