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Minutes passed

Mr Blackwood paced back and forth

A low groan breezed past Tristan’s ear He turned to Lord Fernall “You need to remain quiet”

Lord Fernall glanced back over his shoulder “That was not me”

They waited

“Any sign of hie shrub It was as though a dark and dangerous presence hovered over hi him down into the earth

“No”

Tristan checked his watch Felloas fifteen minutes late

“I cannot feel erfor scraps?”

“As long as it takes,” Tristan said through clenched teeth, trying desperately not to punch the arrogant lord for his indifference to their plight

Blackwood cleared his throat “Wait I think he’s co”

Through a gap e, Tristan witnessed Mr Fellows approach The hazy black figure appeared to float through the fog, the i more prominent as he came closer At a distance, one could not detect his features Indeed, he looked faceless A nobody A hulking soulless mass

Blackwood sucked in a breath, muttered a croaky curse

Good Lord! Tristan hoped the man could hold his nerve

As Fellows caold