Chapter 17

Other recognitions descended. “Howare you here?”

“Ah. That.”

They were close enough that he might’ve either kissed Jeremiah or shaken those wide shoulders; he did not know, at the moment, which he wanted. The promise of a kiss might’ve happened, or it might’ve vanished, sacrificed to his own incredulity and lack of motion.

“That’s not an ah, that,” Cade spluttered finally, unearthing words. Jeremiah felt large and solid beside him, a hero wearing sturdy adaptation to the environment. Cadence, barefoot in an old brocade dressing-gown from some centuries-lost traveler’s trunk, had too many questions. “That’s more of a what the hell—”