Sebastian spoke quietly.
Not because he was tired, though he was more exhausted than a dead corpse, but because the forest seemed to listen when voices grew too loud.
The fire in the center of their camp crackled low, its flames deliberately starved of oxygen, barely more than glowing embers. It gave off just enough light to outline faces without advertising their presence to whatever horrors prowled beyond the ring of trees.
Liam sat across from him, legs drawn in, hands resting loosely on his knees. The flickering glow painted his expression in soft oranges and deep shadows, making him look more composed than Sebastian felt anyone had the right to be after everything that had happened.
The others were scattered around them.
