Chapter Forty-One
Shadow knocked on the door to Jurn’s room across from hers. There was no answer. Maybe he was already at the training grounds, but why hadn’t he called for her first, like the past days. Was it because it was their last day? She wasn’t going to hold it against him that he was better with a sword than she was.
Reaching into her belt pouch she pulled out the bloodstained handkerchief and tried to see where Jurn was. The vision took a moment to form. He was on the battlements, staring at a knife in his hand. His head came up and he looked around. Shadow quickly let the vision fade and ran through hallways trying to find her way to the battlements. She had to ask for directions twice.
She burst out the door, onto the battlements, coming to a halt beside Jurn. “What are you
