PROLOGUE
“Xolin? Xolin where are you?” Zotol called out wiping at his brow once again. Holy s**t it was hot in Corrigan.
“Zotol is that you?” Xolin shouted from somewhere further left.
It took Zotol about another two minutes to find his mate, and when he did, all Zotol could do was blink in surprise. “Xolin, what are you doing?”
“I need to find something I need for a spell, and this was the best I could do.” Xolin muttered as he knelt on the ground with four blue candles surrounding him.
Knowing better than to disturb his mate when the man was in spell-speaking mode, Zotol stood and watched as his mate lifted a goblet, saying, “Let the water show the location of the Western Underground Orchid.” Over and over again.
Zotol shouldn’t have been surprised when a small dark cloud for
