Chapter Twenty-Four
Motive
Lysandir’s drake circled over the northern forest. This had to be the place. He landed on the snowy wasteland, sliding off the drake’s back to continue on foot. The creature would wait for his return. He wound his way through the trees. He sensed a fire burning somewhere nearby. It called to him like a beacon, leading him through the snow to a large pine. Its lower branches touched the ground, creating the ideal shelter.
Silvaranwyn stepped out from inside with a nod of greeting. “My mother told me to expect you,” she said in a hushed voice. She gestured for him to follow her away from the tree and into the woods, not speaking again until the shelter was well out of earshot.
She gave him a scrutinizing look. “Your thoughts are shielded?”
Lysandir nodded. “Ye
