The air grew heavy. This was the moment of reckoning for the outcasts.

The bitter chill of the English winter did not bother Marbas, but it seeped deep into the bones of the blind girl holding his hand. Wisteria pulled her worn cloak tighter around herself, listening to the crunch of snow beneath the great demon’s feet.

"And you are breathing too loudly for a wolf," Marbas countered smoothly, though he did slow his pace, guiding Wisteria with extreme care.