Maybe he hadn't seen him, maybe it really had been a trick of light and anxiety and sleep deprivation. But there wasn't time to wonder, no chance to find out now, a shape was coming up alongside them in the grass. Maybe headed for the Cornucopia as well, ...maybe not.

His cursed strangled in his throat, forgotten as he forced himself to focus on staying alive long enough to find out the truth.

He flung out a hand, trying to push Ian ahead of him, "Go!"