Lulu

Caspian spread a worn-out parchment across the small wooden table in the corner of the inn room, just before dawn properly broke. It was a special map Erick had given us the night before.

His fingers traced the intricate ink lines, marking rat paths and hidden routes that wouldn’t be picked up by border patrols.

“The main route’s not safe anymore,” Caspian muttered without looking up. “Scott’s tightened security along the trade road since he started getting paranoid. We’ll ...