Carrion walked slowly behind Tamsin, watching the easy sway of the bay’s step, the smoother, more controlled gait of Illene ahead of them, and the bouncy, excited prance of the young Aurora. They’d traded Thackery for the puck. The Harvester had called, and Thackery had been powerless to obey. Not that Carrion was entirely surprised. Aurora had instead stumbled upon them. She was… shiny… in a way that even Tam...