CHAPTER 15
“I’m not real comfortable with how the trip is going.” Mykal stood in the center of the vestibule, the hearth burning hot behind him. He let his staff rest in the crook of an arm. It was early on the following morning. The sun was not only up, but visible in a blue sky. The storm must have finally passed. It was a blessing. They were headed outside soon. Mykal was set on talking with family members of the people who’d gone missing.
“Why are you talking like that?” Blodwyn, standing beside the wizard, kept both hands on his staff, and as usual, lightly tapped the end on the floor.
“Like what?”
“Out of the side of your mouth.”
Mykal couldn’t resist an eye roll as he checked over each shoulder. “I was trying to be discreet.”
“Discreet?”
“Don’t you get the feeling we’re never
