"Annecy." It was a choked whisper. I could hardly believe my eyes. "How did you find us?"

Annecy tore her gaze away from Stride long enough to glance at me. Even in her filthy, exhausted state, she still managed to roll her eyes at me. "I wasn't looking for you. I was following him. I followed him into the gated part of the mansion's library and heard him recite something from an old grimoire-looking thing and kept following him here."

She lifted her head, staring at the wolves ...