Chapter 26
The shadows beneath the evergreens enfolded me. The cart tracks managed to wind between the trees, though I would have sworn there was no possible way for carts and horses, and at least three dozen people, to move so easily through the Darkwood.
Somehow, though, they’d managed. Thorne must be involved—perhaps even using his magic to coax the tall cedars and hemlocks to shift out of the way, if such a thing were even possible.
But wherever the tracks led, I would follow.
As I made my way through the forest, I found it quieter than usual—strangely hushed and almost dormant. An occasional questioning chirp sounded through the trees, as if the birds shared my puzzlement.
It was easy to follow the ruts carved through the moss, and I was glad to note that, other than the tracks,
