Chapter Twenty-Three
Setting the Trap
Iarion paced back and forth between the trees, craving an outlet for his restlessness. He had long since worn a path through the snow. Soggy, brown grass squelched beneath his boots, sucking at them with each step. The sound only added to his mounting agitation. He suppressed the desire to lash out at something. Silvaranwyn followed his movements with her steady gaze.
“He hasn’t been gone that long,” she said, breaking the tense silence.
“He’s been gone for weeks!” Iarion said, whirling to march in the opposite direction.
Barlo’s absence gnawed at him like an increasingly painful toothache. Each day that passed since he and Paige had left made Iarion wish more and more that he had gone with them. He knew he couldn’t move through the mountains as q
