Sixteen
Brice didn’t follow Cathal. Even if he could catch up, Cathal was too strong to stop. Best to let him get whatever it was out of his system.
Instead, Brice focused on the other side of the fence. The light was fading fast, but he could still see the three corpses, their bodies discarded after the shades had feasted. The lone man, the one who had approached the fence, lay undisturbed in a dark patch of his own blood.
Something else caught his eye, in the trees to the left of the path. A figure emerged, easing round a boulder and approaching the fallen trio. Brice guessed, from the way she moved, that the figure was female, but she was small, maybe a child.
She darted across to the bodies and crouched down, touching each in turn, one hand placed against their heads, or maybe thei
