Chapter Twenty-Eight
They reached the wizard’s tower as day was fading into night. Shadow felt a sense of dread. With one step she would put even more distance between her and Carson. She’d thought he wouldn’t be too far behind them as they travelled to the capital. She urged her horse forward and dismounted when he wouldn’t budge.
“Shadow!” Irlan exclaimed. “Stop. There’s a chasm in front of you.”
“No there isn’t. The path is safe enough, but only where I’m walking.” Shadow walked across the chasm illusion, avoiding the real traps and grinning at the gasp behind her.
“Why? What’s behind that illusion?” Irlan asked.
“A mixture of pits with spikes in them, sharp blades protruding from posts and a few other nasty surprises.” Shadow stopped in front of a magic hid door.
“We’ll wait here
