They arrived back in camp a week later, on a night after the sun had set and the moon had risen in the cold, indigo sky.
The storm that had begun as they left the settlement had forced them to stop and seek shelter until the following morning, then two days after that, another had hit, shorter in duration and less intense, but it had slowed them further. Winter, it seemed, had decided to settle in early this year.
Sin's relief was profound when they found the magick barrier around the camp still up and holding.
The nagging sense that something awful was about to happen had clung to him throughout the entire journey. And though he hadn't yet mentioned it to Rein, and they'd been so busy and exhausted Rein hadn't delved deep enough into Sin's mind to see it himself, he'd had troubling
