The girl smiled a wicked smile and pulled the bands back so hard that they creaked with tension. “Yes, it surely can.”

Chapter 22

22

LILAH RAN ALONG EVE’S BACK-TRAIL AS FAST AS SHE COULD.

With every step, though, she felt her heart slip another notch and sink lower in her chest. The sky above her was filled with vultures.

Where were Eve’s parents?

She rounded a bend in the stream and skidded to a stop, whipping the spear up into a combative grip. There, right in front of her, was a clearing in which a camp had been set up. Crude tents and a screen of cut shrubs, a cook fire in a sheltered pit. Clothes and gear.

All of it scattered and torn.

All of it bloody.

Half a dozen vultures huddled around a twisted tangle of rags that had once been a human being.

Lilah held her ground, watching before acting. To rush the scene and chase off the ugly birds would be like sending up a flag to signal her presence. Hunters and killers both watch for disturbances in nature.

She squatted down and tried to look under the carrion birds.

The body on which they were feasting was that of an old man. She could see just enough of its shape and a spill of white hair.

Too old, probably, to be Eve’s father.

The rest of the camp was empty. No other bodies. However, it was clear that there had been a fight here. There were blade marks on the surrounding trees, shrubs were trampled, and there was far too much blood to have come from one feeble old man.

Where were the others? Had they fled the fight? Or had they died and reanimated before the vultures could reduce them to scraps of flesh and bone?

No way to tell. Not without a thorough search, and Lilah did not think she had the time for that. Not with all those reapers in the woods.

Time was burning away. She would have to abandon this search and get back to her friends. If this camp belonged to Eve’s family, then it was already too late. If not . . . ?

“Chong,” she murmured. Chong was a town boy, and those reapers looked fierce. They were engaged in some kind of holy war. Lilah had no intention of getting involved in that, but at the same time, she did not have a clue as to how those reapers would react to Chong, Benny, and Nix. Would they all be left alone as outsiders?

Lilah doubted it. Her instincts were screaming at her to get back.

She backed away from the clearing and made a wide circle around the scene of carnage. As she did so, she caught sight of a ridge of white rocks just past a line of bushy pines. Lilah frowned at them. The rocks were unnaturally bright, almost like they had been painted with whitewash. Were they rocks or a structure?