Even when we’re not buddy reading something together, Nils and I always message each other about what we’re reading, and I remember telling her I think the next one is maybe about something that lives underwater…? I was very wrong. It was ahead of us now. Between us and the exit. Christ’s blood. It was still moving, though, and I hoped like hell that it was retreating from us. If you’ve been following my reading/reviews of T. Kingfisher’s Sworn Soldier series, you’ll know I don...
