Gloam’s grip was gentle when it circled my arm, and I could feel the apology in the light squeeze of his fingers as he urged me forward. I went, because I didn’t want Mary to get too far ahead and yank on the chain that connected to those rings in his back. Gloam and I were still tethered by the chain looping from my wrist to his harness, giving me no chance of making a final run for it, but Mary’s order compelled him to hold onto me anyway.
