Blackfeather Woods With strange aeons even death may die

The shadow emerged, and Maegi stared at him for a long moment, trying to place him. What— And then he was gone, with a dip of his head, moving back into the trees. She was eager to follow, but stayed put for now, gaping after his retreating form. Back into the darkness. . .

I've seen him before, she murmured, turning back to Ramsay. Down below, in the caves. He didn't say anything then, either. She sucked in a quivering breath. A spy for Damien? Or a friend? Why wouldn't he just. . .

Kill us? Or flee? She was utterly confused by the man's reappearance, and it only added another layer to the quagmire they faced. Whatever, she shook it off, with a sigh. That's the least of our problems. I wish Kove was here, Maegi admitted, frowning. I wonder where he went.