Jiro POV

“Any word?”

Jiro was calm when speaking to an agitated Dane. “Nothing. Not since the last time you asked me.”

He’d reached out through the mind link. Nothing. Just nothing. It was like having birds stop singing when you were used to hearing them all the time. He couldn’t even feel Kyon.

On the positive side, this meant that Kyon and Azandra had reached wood elf territory. On the negative side, he couldn’t keep track ...