‘Creon?’ I said cautiously. ‘I don’t think you’ll be in serious danger,’ he muttered in that slow, rough voice that sent shivers down my spine even now. He still wouldn’t meet my gaze, his frown contorting the inked scar through his eyebrow to a grisly gash. ‘But something is off all the same, and I wish we could figure it out before you have to walk into that city on your own. I hate leaving you to deal with this by yourself.’ Which sounded sensible enough. And then again, that darkness in his eyes
