Yawning, Alyson stared anxiously into the night, knowing she couldn"t wait any longer. Two hours until dawn, and she"d barely have time to clear the border before the sun"s rays were full upon her. I should probably fly toward the northwestern border and then fly back across La Marche to Fontaine to raise less suspicion.
If she flew directly back toward the badlands, someone was sure to get suspicious.
She knew it wasn"t what she and Josh had discussed.
But now, three hours after Josh had walked off into the darkness toward Castle Alsace, Alyson knew she couldn"t sit still for an entire day. Further, everyone at Fontaine was expecting her back in a few hours, not knowing about this wrinkle in their plans.
How had Josh forgotten his gemstone-inlay harness?
“All right, Aria,” she said,
