Chapter Seventeen
Familiar Stranger
Iarion’s legs strained as he picked a path from the rocky incline of the mountains. The sun beat down on him from overhead. Despite the altitude, he found himself sweating. Golhura scrabbled along beside him. She paused to pant from time to time.
It had taken them almost two days to escape the forest and the clutches of the sprites. Iarion had sensed the creatures’ disappointment when they had reached the mountains, but they had done nothing to pursue him or Golhura. Iarion wasn’t certain whether they had lost interest, or were unable to use their powers outside their own domain. The only thing he cared about was that it meant he could finally remove his blindfold—not that the journey had gotten much easier since leaving the sprites’ illusion of mount
