CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
RAIN MISTED OVER THEM in the dull afternoon sunlight. It was resing cold and a bitter breeze tugged at their clothing. Rel watched Carma pull her cardigan tighter around her body before knocking on the doorframe.
No answer.
She shrugged at Rel. Her eyes were glassy, her hair plastered to her head.
“Where could they be?” he asked. The three-story building arched high overhead but provided no shelter against the attacking weather.
She shook her head, frowning.
He rapped his knuckles against the doorframe and grumbled. They should have remained in Lazydragon and tried calling again.
He held up one hand to block the rain from falling into his eyes. Now, that looks promising. “Window,” he said.
Carma squinted, then her eyes widened. She grabbed his arm and mouthed, “
