The Price Of Fate
“I am less affected by this air. I can see farther in the dark than your wolves. And if the wraith-touched return, I will hear them before they reach the cloth.”
My father stared at him for a long moment. Then he looked at me. I nodded once. “We need the watch,” I said. My father exhaled slowly. “I do not trust him,” my father admitted. “I know,” I replied. “I can hear you,” Spiro said from the entrance. “I intended you to,” my father returned. Astrid let out a quiet, tired laugh, then winced. Keiran sighed. Nyra almost smiled, but it faded quickly.