CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The pale light of the sunrise lit up the sky, making the immense cloud formations boiling out of the east seem that much darker by comparison. A storm followed them, traveling slowly, but inexorably. Some of the smaller clouds had broken away and had begun to pelt them with rain.
Aramis and Melchiades had continued out of the village and onto the path through the mountain on foot. They were being tailed by two people, though they did well to keep hidden. Mel had noticed the two follow them out of the inn. They didn’t appear to be hostile. Their followers could have attacked them once they left the city, but so far they simply continued to follow them up the mountain.
“Who do you think they are?” Aramis asked. He was covered in sweat from the arduous climb. He kept wishi
