Outside of castle Orașul, as everyone prepared to leave, Aron, Nevaeh, Levi, Sébastien and Tate hovered over the map of the Underworld, deliberating the best pathway to Athala once they had left the Dire. Looking down at the charmed stone on her bracelet, Nevaeh noticed that the black smudge had gotten a little bigger, contaminating the beautiful white opal with its darkness, signifying that the eclipse was that much closer.
Hearing her worried sighs, seeing her wringing hands, Aron pulled her against him, kissing the top of her head. “Let me and the boys figure out this map stuff. Why don’t you and Cian go saddle up? We'll be heading out in about five minutes.”
“Pfft, yeah right,” Nevaeh tried to smile through the disheartened worry that creased her face. “When guys say they’re only goi
