“Nathan?” a small, prompting voice spoke close beside him, reminding him that Ula was also there. She smiled somberly when Nathan glanced at her. “What about you? You okay? I know that’s a pretty dumb question, considering everything, but…well,areyou?”
Ula was too sweet for her own good. And to think that she was a shapeshifter, a dark fae, something Nathan had once thought he would only ever be able to hate. “Good as I can be,” he said. “What are you doing this work for, Ula? Help wounded if you want, but…it’s not your place to handle the dead. You don’t have to do this.”