MILO'S POV

When she runs, she runs. I can’t feel any unevenness in her steps. There’s no gait. She flies over the ground in a smooth motion, moving more like a car on a highway than a biological being. Carrying me doesn’t seem to slow her down at all. I’m no longer as fit as I once was, but that doesn’t change that I have a frame a few inches over six feet.

She said that I would know where the cauldronhold was, but she’s overestimated my ability to navigate. I ...