Chapter 13: Seraphine Names the Dead

The fork road was two hours behind us before Seraphine fell into step beside me.

She did not announce herself. One moment I was walking alone at the tail of the group, watching the way Dara's shoulders had gone rigid somewhere around midday and not yet loosened, and then Seraphine was simply there, matching my pace with the unhurried precision of someone who has decided on a thing and sees no reason to perform the deciding of it.

"You're limping," she said.