Lion Head Mesa ordinatio

Crowfeather was gone. To attempt to spy on the Saints. Internally, she scratched his name off a list of those currently alive she had spoken to.

Hell, she’d been a spy, a thief, and she knew the kinds of things you had to do to survive such. Sorry Crowfeather, you hadn’t hit that mark with Nephele. She closed her eyes, and then nodded.

I will come.

She did not ask what they would do if they could not find the other man. That was a question for the road.