“Your watch.”She nodded, shaking off the heaviness of sleep. He lay down, falling at once into snoring.The fire ebbed low, the air chill. She stirred the embers and threw a few more branches onto the flames. They hadn’t come as far she’d hoped they would, not yet across the gulf. But Anqa and Gur needed to rest and hunt and then rest some more. They’d settled in a damp hemlock forest on a tiny island not far from the southern coasts of the Pixie Lands. Or so Honey claimed. They sheltered beneath a high cliff, where Anqa could roost. Against the moonlight, the hulking silhouette of the roc cut an imposing figure, like a giant gargoyle. Gur snoozed not far off, having licked the blood from the boar he’d eaten earlier off of his paws. Still, the lingering iron tang churned her stomach.The fire crackled steadily, its glow illuminating Honey’s pretty, slumbering face. The nymph lay curled not far from where Damion sprawled. Magda took a long drink from one of Damion’s water gourds.
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