The Mark at my neck prickled before I saw anyone, the way skin knows a hand is coming. Somewhere behind me a boot turned on gravel, once, and then took great care not to do it again.Don't run, Nyx said. Count them.I counted. One at the culvert, checking a fence line that hasn't needed checking since spring. One in the trees above the switchback. One at the crossroads ahead, on a tailgate, arms crossed.Three ahead, one behind, Nyx said, almost pleased to have something to do. That's a net, Aria. Not a patrol.I stopped in the middle of the road."Delta Ames," I called. "Your fence is fine."He came out of the ditch grass slowly, the way you approach a horse. I'd have known his Scent with my eyes shut — wet wool and engine grease."Three weeks you've had two men on this road," I said. "Since Tuesday there are four.""Four," Ames agreed."So somebody moved the roster.""Somebody moved the roster.""Whose orders?""Whose do you think.""I'd like you to say it out loud."He looked down t
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