Chapter 112
Ronin's eyesight winked out of mine. She'd been running so fast to get away from me, she had to be fine.
My whole body numb with shock and cold, I fumbled with another arrow and nocked it.
Silence came from the tent. It came from everywhere, sifting over me as thick as the snowfall. Even Lager's rage had gone quiet.
"Ronin?" I called weakly. "Thomas?"
My vision slid back into place so I was staring at myself from the opposite direction Ronin had disappeared. Snowy feet padded up next to me, and Thomas's large body pressed against my thigh. I rubbed his head, craving his warmth and comfort, and something wet and sticky coated his fur.
"Are you...?" I swallowed. "That's Faust's blood? And Gabriel's?"
He dipped his head in a nod as he crossed to stand in front of me.
"They're dead?"
Another nod.
"And Lager? I-I don't know what happened."