(Chapter 10 is here)
Sam walked towards campus, thoughtful. It had been six weeks since Kendra’s death, and grief still hung in the air like dead leaves that wouldn't fall. Death and disappearance happened in New Tamsbridge all the time, but her loss had seemed to affect campus more than most. Things are quieter now. The students were less full of the buzz and energy that had been on the campus before. Sam sighed. I've only seen the medieval martial arts group out once, and Tom had had a dour expression on his face even then as he worked through knife drills. Pallas and the rest of Kendra's coven had not been at the Day is Done more than once. Even my students ask less questions. He blew the breath out of his mouth. Not even about the explosions last month.