Chapter Nine
Tooth and Claw
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Paige asked for the umpteenth time since she and Claire had set out from Dwarvenhome. She still didn’t know how much she should trust the demon woman who claimed to be her ally.
Claire stopped in the tall grass of the Adar Daran to give her a flat look. “I am certain. Why do you keep asking?”
“Because this trail you claim is Iarion’s isn’t going anywhere,” Paige said with a huff. Claire’s brow furrowed. Paige gestured toward the sound of gently splashing water that could be heard in the gathering darkness from both the northeast and the southwest. “We’re flanked on both sides by the northern fork of the Wandering River. There’s nowhere to go from here.”
Claire shrugged. “This is where the trail leads.”
Paige shook
