Chapter Thirty Two

On one of the doors, the bar was in use. Whoever was in it had been making noise until they stepped out into the hall. Then he dropped into utter silence, and she could feel him listening to them as they walked by.

She might have asked Toby about it, but his face didn’t invite questions. She couldn’t tell if he was mad at her or just thinking. Either way, she didn’t want to bother him. She had already annoyed him enough. She should have told him that she would stay behind. But that would have meant he would go alone, wounded, to face some unknown rogue. His father seemed to think he could take care of himself, but he hadn’t been there yesterday when Toby had been too hurt to move without help.

If Toby decided he didn’t want her, what would she do?

There was a friendlier door at the end of the hall no locks or bars. But as they approached it she heard the sound of an explosion.

“Hoo yah,” someone said with fierce appreciation. Toby opened the door without knocking. Lauren had a quick i