Chapter Eleven
It Takes One to Know One
Paige waded through the tall grass of the Adar Daran. Golhura and Claire were several feet ahead of her. The wildcat led the way with confidence. She had already taken then past the southern branch of the Wandering River before swinging eastward toward the coast. Paige was puzzled that Iarion’s trail would take them on such a seemingly random course. Melaquenya lay to the south and the edge of forest of the Wood Elves could be seen across the river in the distance to the north, but Golhura avoided them both.
Where in the First Father’s name is she taking us?
It wasn’t the first time Paige found herself asking this question. Nothing of interest lay in the direction they were traveling. No matter how much she wracked her brain, she couldn’t come up
