CALEB
I didn't know why Gavran insisted on following some worthless girl. We had enough trouble already with the Keeper's body floating somewhere in the river. Soon someone was going to find it. People were going to get alert and vigilant-including the Benandanti and the pack living here. And soon we could kiss goodbye to our furtive presence in this town.
I sighed and kicked a small rock, raising a cloud of dirt in the air. Our time here shortened every minute and Gavran didn't seem to care. He claimed this girl knew where the book was, that he'd seen her at the Keeper's bookstore, that he'd seen her talking to the Benandanti, and that she'd been the last person to talk to the Keeper before her death. A death we'd inflicted.