Varujan glares at the inn’s tall green gate, his bare feet trained toward the forest. Fate’s talons must be digging into the skin on his shoulder, but he makes no notice of it.
I push my hair behind my ear. “I don’t understand. What does any of it have to do with the rooks—with what I saw inside The Shade? Is there some other secret I don’t know about?”
Varujan’s head cocks to the side beside Fate. “Everyone has secrets. Even you. Some are burdensome and insufferable to hold. Others give us private joy. But I …” He pauses and shakes his head to himself. “I do not allow my secrets to weigh me down. The band and I understand each other that way. We do not allow our secrets to define us. I believe you are of like mind, no?”