Nevara
The question remained suspended between us.
“Can her husband’s body be brought home?”
Thoren rubbed his thumb slowly across my knuckles.
“Yes,” he said. “But there is more I did not tell the settlement as a whole.”
I studied his face. “What?”
“A cemetery is being prepared within Blackstone.”
The words surprised me enough that I sat a little straighter against the pillows.
Thoren continued before I could ask the questions already forming.
“The location was chosen several days ago on the eastern edge of the settlement. Temporary walls were placed around it while the grounds were prepared.”
“You concealed it from them?” Drake asked.
“Until the families were notified,” Thoren said. “We did not want residents discovering rows of graves before they knew who had died. It could h
