Jericho rested on the settee, still weak from the previous night’s ordeal. “Are you feeling all right, Jericho?” Evie asked a bit shyly. “Can I get you anything?” “No, I’m… jake, thanks,” he said, trying out the word with a smile. Sam watched the two of them from the sidelines. Something had happened up in Brethren beyond their finding the pendant and escaping from the new faithful. And Sam didn’t like it.
