25
“You’ve been following me?” I squeaked.
“Not all the time. We have too much to do,” the older woman said. “And it hasn’t been just the two of us either. The Vault of the Dead can’t be left unattended. We rotate keep the child alive duty.”
“Why have you been following him?” Elizabeth stepped away from the women, taking my hand in hers.
Devon moved back too, blocking the women’s path to me.
“Merlin’s shiny bones, there’s no need to protect the boy from us.” The older woman tipped her head back and laughed.
I flinched as the sound ricocheted off the stone walls.
“You know about fate?” the older woman asked.
I nodded.
“The golden strands that bind all things together. That twist and pull and alter the way the world works based on her sorry whim?”
“Yeah,” I said, hating myself for
