Chapter 3

“Gwen said you went for a walk,” Jeremiah ventured, hand tugging the blanket more securely around Cade’s shoulders and then resting on the closest one, not quite an embrace. “If you don’t want company I can go.”

“Where wouldyou go?” Cade waved an irritable hand from under woolen conquests. “Stop that. We’re at the most godforsaken spot in the most godforsaken end of the northern earth; where can any of us go? Besides the fishing fleet, I suppose. If you like mackerel.”

“I don’t mind mackerel,” Jeremiah said. “It’s a fish. Your hair looks cold.”

“My hair is wet and full of salt. I know, I know, it’s my own fault, yes I’m coming back, Rhys has probably set the common room on fire by now.” He picked his way up across rocks, with Jeremiah’s help. “How’re your students? Any interesting ones?”