{"Whispering makes a narrow place narrower." }
I met his eyes for a moment, then looked away. I couldn't let them see how deep it went, how much I was struggling with what the mountain and the stone were trying to wake in me. Before I could respond, the whispers came again, louder this time, curling around my bones, thrumming through my veins.
"The time is near... the blood calls... and you will not escape it..."
I staggered slightly, my heart hammering as I fought to keep control. Rou and Rolan both noticed. The looks they exchanged did not escape me, and then Tor held me, and Dante cursed.
"I'm fine," I repeated, louder this time, forcing the words out through a clenched jaw. "Really." Everyone stops," Tor's voice cut through the air, commanding. Dante halted first, his sharp gaze already narrowing on Tor. Rou and Rolan were not far behind.
