Chapter Twelve
“I want you to check the map again,” Carson said as soon as she reached his side.
“Which one?”
“Don’t be smart.” Carson turned sharply on his heel and disappeared into the tent.
Shadow followed him. She wasn’t being smart. She bit back her protest and took the map he held out to her. She unrolled the map and looked at the drawing she and her brother had made. “It’s different.” She looked up at Carson.
He nodded.
“How did you know?”
“I memorised it. It isn’t a great deal different, just enough to make me question if I remembered it right.”
“It’s one of your men, isn’t it?” Shadow asked
Carson shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Who?”
Carson sighed wearily. He turned away and picked up one of the goblets that Shadow had found that long ago day when Carson and the General had tested
