"Never?" Winter echoed, wetting his lips and curling up a bit. "I don't want to go running to Will, I don't want to run to anyone. ...Aspid's book though. He's dead, I shouldn't fear returning to that place. ...I know how to get there."

He sat up again, white curls flat on one side now where he'd crushed them against the arm of the sofa.

"You could come. You could tell me how you know so much about deadly beings while we walk."

Though more than wanting to hear Sunny's tale, Winter wasn't sure he was brave enough to go alone.