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Chapter 11

In a clinging and terrified huddle, we make our way to the wall. It will be my first time outside of the village since I first arrived, and the step feels momentous. No sooner than I have made it to the other side does the door creak shut behind us, and my eyes take several moments to adjust to this abject darkness.

I feel as if the air has been stolen from my lungs. Slowly, the others begin to set their separate paths. Agan and Köv depart first, together, and a paranoid part of me wonders if she will tell him of my failure with Mab this afternoon. Wouldn't he love that?

Mab forges ahead alone, and the collection dwindles until it is just Teak and I left lingering by the threshold. Already, Teak has dug into his supplies and appears to be munching on something. I start in a random direction. If I walk confidently enough, perhaps I will convince him, if not myself, that I have a plan. I hear steps in the underbrush behind me. As if invited, Teak catches up to me.

"You didn't bring anything," he observes through a mouthful.

"No."

"Why's that?"

"I just... didn't think of it."

"We are going to be out here all night."

"I know."

"No food? No shelter?"

"No." I curse myself under my breath. How could I not have thought of that? I had been too preoccupied with my Incarnate to consider much else. Too enamored with what might be to prepare for what was.

"I can share with you," he offers, extending a gnawed strip of beef. I grimace at the saliva left on it.

"Uh, no thanks... I'll be fine." Teak merely shrugs and finishes chewing.

We continue on in tandem until I hear a rustle. I stop. My veins are instantly ice, prickling in my veins.

There. There is something moving. I slow my breathing until it feels at one with the breeze.

Beyond these branches could be my Incarnate... Or a predator planning to maim us all. Either way, I want to be the first to take notice.

"What're you doing?" At the sound, a quail launches free into the inky, night sky. I sigh.

"You're scaring everything away, Teak," I tell him, sounding far more cross than I intended.

"Well," he counters lamely, stung. "I guess here is as good a place to make camp as any."

We've hardly left the village, but I allow him to do as he pleases. Anything to continue my search in peace. I can hear him struggling with his tent as I wander farther into the wood, and it is an effort not to roll my eyes.

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