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A look of naked surprise took residence upon her face when Vex regaled her with a description of his own vivid dream. His sounded more like a nightmare, especially considering how shaken he seemed. By the time he finished, Haunt's lips had pressed together in a thin line. Her mind raced. What were the odds that not one but both of them should dream in such a fashion? Her brother hadn't said anything about Sos being a god, though she inferred it, simply because of her own dreams of Artemis.

"What did Sos want?" Haunt asked, showing his vision the same gravity he had given hers. The antlered she-wolf was beautiful, lithe and—most importantly of all—a sort of benevolent guide. She did ask Haunt to pay her respects, yet so far that hadn't proved a particularly steep price. "The dream troubled you," she said rather than asked, yellow gaze resting on his face, coaxing him to elaborate.