Chapter 6

• He could still hear the drumming and wondered if it would stop before dawn. It wasn’t that late, but he was certain midnight had passed and it was heading into morning. “What are we doing again?” he asked, to no one in particular.
• Steven grinned, “We’ll let the diehards do their thing at the circle and go challenge fate with the ladies whose flowers we’re wearing...”
• Every man grinned. Owen touched the wreath on his head. “Good enough reason for me.” He tried not to notice how odd they looked with the ribbons, and hoped he looked better at least. “How long do we wear these?”