CHAPTER TWENTY
"SO WHAT DO YOU THINK of our riddle?" Dar asked, his hands stuffed in his pockets. The tip of Rhys' umbrella tapped a rhythm on the sidewalk.
Rhys didn't say anything for a minute. Dar wondered if he'd heard him. Then Rhys spoke, without looking at Dar. "The riddle." He sighed. "It is a puzzle. Two pieces of a puzzle."
"Two pieces?" Dar scanned the empty street, glancing at rooftops. "Your riddle and that of the homeless man, do you they go together?"
"How can we know if two pieces of any puzzle go together," Rhys said. Dar felt Rhys' eyes slide towards him. "We can only try and see if they fit."
Dar clenched his jaw, pulling his lips tight over his fangs. He glanced over his shoulder to see if they were still being followed. He let out a sigh of relief – his shadow sti
