Chapter 13
Maggie didn’t argue as Bertrand took back his coat and Alden led her to a seat at the table.
Three-hundred-and-forty. Just for me.
Bertrand studied the maps, noting the many variations of thick, black lines running through each copy.
“The location of the tunnels.” Alden gave the maps a fleeting glance. “Or at least a dozen peoples’ best guesses.”
How many for Bertrand? Would they even be able to tell his true age?
Bertrand examined what lay behind each of the three doors. Beds, supplies, weapons.
Maggie closed her eyes against the clanging as Bertrand sorted through the stores of weapons.
“Ouch.” Pain in her hand dragged her out of silence.
“Sorry.” Alden unwrapped her bandages. “I wish I didn’t have to fiddle with it, but with an animal wound, we really can’t risk infe
