Chapter Twenty Nine: The RendezvousIona had insisted they move on even though only Tollie was in any state to make the journey. She had forced herself to standing, the scars on her face and arms still weeping. She had then hauled the feeble Sylas upright, wincing as she thrust her shoulder under his arm. Between Tollie and Saran, they had managed to ease Derek up and helped him stagger forward. After a brief stop at a stagnant pool, where they made the best attempt they could to clean up Sylas and Derek, they hobbled off in the direction of the Freetown Bridge.
As Iona had predicted, the road was deserted, every single Frisian operative in the hearing of the alarm bell was at the site of the bridge. This was small comfort to Derek, who felt that they were making a target of themselves. He
