Nero slipped back through the camp like a shadow, his heart still racing from what he'd witnessed.
By the time he returned to where his party had set up camp, his mind was already working through what to tell them. Everything? Nothing?
Lucy spotted him first, her pale eyes narrowing as he approached. "There you are. Where the hell did you run off to?"
Nero glanced around. Aisha sat close to the fire, her arms wrapped around herself against the cold. Geor stood nearby, his massive frame casting long shadows. Obed was further back, his injured arm held carefully against his chest.
They all looked at him with strange gazes.
Nero sat down heavily near the fire, his expression grim. "We need to talk."
"That sounds ominous," Lucy muttered, but she moved closer.
Aisha's eyes found his immediately, concern written across her features. "Nero, what's wrong? What happened?"
He took a breath, choosing his words carefully.
