“Hold on,” Crow warned quietly, throwing an arm in front of Tin before he could storm the door. “It’s too quiet.” “I think what you mean is blissfully empty of Dorothy’s screams.” Which meant they needed to hurry, because Tin refused to believe they were too late. Lion only wanted Dorothy for one reason and Tin didn’t imagine he would wait long to collect his prize. Crow uttered a soft shh and lowered into a crouch just inside the tree line. Tin stared down at him as if seeing him for the first time. “Did … you just shush me?” “Of course I did.”
