Sébastien’s rushed jaunt lessened to a slow amble when the trees thinned some as they entered a small glade of mossy rock within Wistman’s Wood. Centering within the hollow, Nevaeh and Aron at his side while the others fanned out around them, his blazing silver eyes bled over the outcroppings of granite as he turned in small circles. After breathing deeply, in and out, Sébastien paused and was eyeing a specific assembly of stones.
“There,” he whispered as he pointed, using the hand that braced the key.
As Nevaeh moved in the direction Sébastien indicated, the wind that cut through the gnarled trees grew louder, audible whisperings slicing through the boughs as they wrestled. Trying to tuck the loose hair that had picked up off her shoulders and danced with the sudden micro-g
