Chapter 23, Cormac
I tasted the air. My forked tongue was not just for pleasure. Avva’s scent was growing fainter. As was the telltale scent of Mauricio. It had taken me only a few seconds to determine that he was the kidnapper. I had special plans for that one. But, I knew Avva would as well. Her plans would perhaps be less violent, but they would likely be more creative. She had an eye for the long term. The stony ground didn’t allow for hoofprints of the horses Mauricio had used, and the brush wasn’t thick in the least, so I was going on scent alone. And I knew that the scent would end at the stream a few yards ahead of me, but as luck would have it, the stream ran clear and clean. My only hope now was scrying for my woman. I pulled Avva’s bowl from my pack and ran my finger around the rim to
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