I'd gone about fifty feet and was stomping my way through a grove of pines and cursing at the spiderwebs spiraling out of the drooping branches to cling to my face, when Felix caught up to me, falling into step beside me with his usual silent grace.
It didn't look like he had any spiderwebs on him, the bastard.
"Don't say a goddamn word," I growled. "Yeah. I'm no good in a fight. Don't fucking want to hear it."
Without speaking, Felix gestured to our right and started to lead the way at an angle from the direction I'd been going.
My face heating up, I followed along. At least I hadn't gone in the complete opposite direction of the right direction.
We trudged through the woods for a while, with only my crunching footsteps — Felix didn't seem to have any — and the light wind shushing in the branches above us to disturb the silence.
