Gloam stared at the words for a long moment. His fingers twitched around his war hammer, and I couldn’t contain my flinch. Despite what I’d said to Lilac, a tiny part of me still expected him to swing it up and crush my head with it. He must have noticed, because his caged head quickly lifted to look at me. I won’t hurt you, he scrawled. I’m sorry if I scare you. I immediately felt like shit. You don’t, I wrote quickly. Sorry, I just don’t like the Wastes. Or the dark. I’m on edge.
