Blackfeather Woods the haunting

We will judge. The words sent chills down her spine, and she tried to hold his gaze as steady as she could, watching him walk away. Only Mou's gagging could have drawn her stare from where the shadow disappeared; she wheeled, rushing up to her beloved with an expression of mixed concern and annoyance.

You've made yourself sick, she chided softly, staring down at the dark glob he'd hacked up. What had he taken? Was it even more serious than it appeared? Here, lay down. And tell me. . .what on earth happened?!

Now the annoyance was spinning into anger. Anger at Abraxas, for acting so rashly against a leader. And, yes, anger at Mou, for once again needlessly putting himself at risk. She wondered, selfishly, how long she would have to put her own neck on the line for him. How many more trials she would have to endure before he learned to lay low.