*Garan and Maeve*

Garan’s leg ached, but he had so far been able to hike of his own volition. Maeve watched him carefully, and he knew that when she asked for frequent breaks, it was more for his benefit than hers. He resented it and plowed on as quickly as he could. Cold tendrils of fear grew within him, and he knew Maeve felt them, as well.

A near full day of trekking north had left them with no more clues about Brynn’s fate than they had started with. There had been no ...