One
Brice couldn’t remember the last day without rain.
His clothes clung to his skin, the chill seeping through. His boots rubbed his ankles as he slid in the mud once more. Water bounced off leaves to attack him from all sides, the tiny explosions on his skin no longer registering.
If Brice’s lattice wasn’t playing up, he could warm himself and dull his aches and pains.
But at least he was outside. At least he wasn’t stuck in the increasingly claustrophobic atmosphere of Haven.
“Cage still okay on your back?” Ryann asked, from her position behind him.
Brice turned his body—moving only his head wasn’t an option. “Daman really wants us to catch one of these things?”
“We only have to set up the trap. We don’t have to be anywhere near when a shade approaches.”
“There any around?” He
