Twenty-seven
Car asked Cathal, after what felt like only a few minutes, but might have been an hour.
Car continued walking. Initially, they’d run, but the grey beast from the Hermes didn’t follow, and they’d settled into a walk. But Car was gradually slowing his pace. Maybe he was finally realising how pointless this was.
Cathal hadn’t thought of Nyle since the Hermes. Or Ap Owen. And he didn’t want to think about either of them now.
That was the first thing to come to mind, but Cathal wasn’t bothered if Nyle lived or died. If he attacked, Cathal would defend himself—he’d kill if necessary—but otherwise, he had no desire to waste his energy on Nyle. Or Ap Owen.
Car didn’t respond straight away. He walked on, Cathal following. The fence was still to their right, and when they appr
