Bound by Moonfire
Pike was always humming, always grinning with that crooked mouth of his, eyes glittering with delight at the thought of fire and noise.
He had been a wild thing when Hale first met him—skinny, reckless, laughing as he rigged a Crescent supply cart to explode with nothing more than resin and moss. He had no discipline then, but he had instinct, and instinct mattered more. Where Thorn was a hammer and Ysbet a scalpel, Pike was chaos sharpened into usefulness.
“East wall tickle tonight?” Pike asked, grin widening.
“Three breaths of smoke,” Hale ordered. “No fire.”
Pike’s grin faltered. He liked fire. He liked seeing things break apart in flame and scatter. But he shrugged, deferential all the s
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