Whoever sent him—and it had to be one of the Forsaken—knew to follow us across the river. Under his stare, none dared move a muscle. And who he was saying it to. And irritation at the relief as well as his tone.
Even he doesn't change that. No one knew where the others were, or any of the women who survived. It isn't natural, he burst out, yanking the pipestem from between his teeth. Whatever some believed.
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