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“Careful, little wolf,” I warn, my breath clouding in the cold.
Her golden eyes fill with rage. “You’re dead. You’re all dead.”
A shiver of undeniable attraction runs down my spine. Such fire. Such hate.
But for what... because she thinks we ruined her life? She, who stands here, flesh and blood, smelling like the goddess of starlight and darkness all at once.
A knot forms around my heart. This isn’t going to work. There is too much she doesn’t know. Too much to explain.
Wait.Wait and prepare to catch a falling star.
Easier said than done when I’m alone.
And falling, too.
Chapter
Sixteen
WILLOW
I’m left at Fox’s mercy as we journey through the halls toward Alfie’s room.
The fucker has all but ignored every threat I’ve sent his way. For a moment there, he rounded on me, and I thought he would acknowledge everything.
Nothing.
Zip.
Nada.
He carried on pretending he doesn’t know me.
I’m not a short person. My father was well over six feet tall. He could rest his chin on top of my head without bending over. Fox’s height is between my father’s and mine, yet I feel like a mouse scurrying behind him.
As we navigate the corridors, exhibitors wait in their rooms for permission to begin relocation. Shadows come first. Behind Fox’s back, a Chaser drags his finger across his neck as he meets my eyes. Another sticks his finger down his throat in a gagging motion.
Goodfellow mentioned something about keeping conflict on Nexus grounds. I’m guessing these death threats aren’t empty, but it’s not me I’m worried about. As we walk, I peek insiderooms and search for Geraldine and the others but don’t see them. I hope they’re together. Safety in numbers will protect them.
As if he’s walked these halls nightly in his dreams, Fox takes all the right turns until we arrive at Alfie’s shared room. A bunk beside his is now empty. Must have been another Shadow if they’ve already left. Alfie is packed but sits at the edge of his bed, brooding over my rucksack in his lap. Panic flutters in my stomach. Did he go through my things?
Did he steal my dagger?
He glances up, relieved, until he notices Fox.
“Your Radiance.” Alfie stands to attention, the charms on his chain tinkling. My rucksack falls to the floor.
If the Six expect me to gush over them every time they enter the room, they’ll be disappointed.
“What a decadent dance of obedience, Shadow.” Fox gives him a patronizing pat on the head, a sour glance at the other exhibitors waiting, then a look at me as if to say,See? That’s how you should address me.
Then, he leans against the wall and gestures at my things expectantly.
What a dick.
As Alfie bends to retrieve my rucksack, I catch the way his mask of respect drops. When he straightens, he hands me the bag. His eyes say he wants to talk.
Later, I promise with mine.Find me later.
