Twenty-Five
It was dark outside, but not so dark that Brice couldn’t see anything. The moon was up there somewhere, turning the clouds a lighter shade than the trees. The rain gleamed on the surface of the pod, giving it a smooth, almost clean-looking sheen.
There were no arc lights, though. Nothing to stop the shades approaching.
But the air was fresh, and Brice breathed in deeply, savouring it, just as he savoured the water pounding his face and washing some of the foulness away.
It had been an easy decision when it came. There was no way for Brice to get into the Hub, and there was nothing left for him inside Haven. He needed to clear his head, and he always did that better when he was outside.
He’d expected to meet the shades at every turn. He’d been waiting to bump into Cathal, o
