13
DAWN
I see Kain before I hear him. The inky blackness of night is thick by the time he emerges from the house, but his silhouette against the dull glow of the open door is more prominent than any sound thrown from his feet on the path — it’s as if he’s not walking at all, merely floating over the cobbles, though I see his hips moving and the steady shift of his shoulders. Perhaps it’s his eyes; they’re like those of a big cat — amber in the moon. Not like the red eyes in the house, though. Just the thought of that crimson gaze fixed on me makes my hackles rise.
I step toward him over the mossy path. “They sent you to get the human from the pond, huh?”
Kain nods — far taller than I am, six-two at least, with a finer musculature and a sharper bone structure than the others, but there’
