Chapter 146

DALLIN WATCHED Wil's expression slide from blankly stunned to revolted to pissed, then settle back slowly into blank. All but his eyes--burning, outshining the polished stone in the river's bed, boring tight and tense into Dallin's. And Dallin knew exactly what it all meant.

"Right." Dallin gave a short, sharp nod. "Can you get up?"

He barely even waited for Wil to nod back before Dallin hauled them both to their feet, pausing only for a second or two to make sure Wil had his balance before calling for Corliss and Thorne. Because if Dallin faffed about, if he let himself stop and consider it all, he might end up balking altogether.