“Here we go,” Ian muttered beside me, his voice barely audible above the crackle of the flames. The dirty man Jamie was still clinging to took a step forward. One of his hands rose slowly, like an involuntary reflex, and curled into a fist. From the dirty figure came Jared’s voice — flat, perfectly devoid of any inflection. “What is the meaning of this, Jeb?” My throat closed. I tried to swallow and found the way blocked. I tried to breathe and was not successful. My heart drummed unevenly. Jared! Melanie’s exultant voice was loud, a silent shriek of elation.
