CHAPTER 11
MIRIAMShe took it back. Mer’len’s Sunken Palace was amazing. It was as bonkers and out there as any villain’s volcano lair or skull island. Better, because it was real and she was there.
The company could be better.
“For the last time, it’s not a treasure map,” she snapped. She didn’t know how to make it plainer.
“You must have some idea—”
She held up a hand in warning and pointed a finger at Vasha. His mouth clamped shut. Then she turned her ire to Perrigaul, preemptively, because he looked like he was having too good a time.
His quills went down, and his tail stilled.
Good.
“I need to think, and you two hounding me doesn’t help. So shut it while I work this out.” Miriam sank to the dusty floor and opened the journal. If given her druthers, she’d have plenty of time to
