“Just keep walking,” Miri said.
She had the barrel of her pistol pressed hard against Andriel’s back, forcing the yellow-clad woman to stumble along the narrow path that ran between tall trees. They had been walking for nearly two hours; the sun was about halfway to its zenith, and yet Desa was already tired.
By the time she and Kalia found Tommy and the others last night, it was already too late to start the long journey out of the forest. They had slept outside the pyramid, with at least two people on watch the whole time. So far as Desa could tell, they had taken anything that Andriel might use as a Sink or Source – a quick scan of her through the ether had confirmed as much – but the Elite Guardian was still crafty.
Desa had used one of the crystals to restore Andriel’s hearing, a f
