CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
My heart skipped a beat. “Should we take him home?”
Ben tucked the dart into a padded pocket and scooped the cat into his arms. “I have a better plan, but we must hurry. He may not have much time and our foe may want another chance at us.”
Ben took off at a sprint and I hurried after him. He kept his speed slow enough that I could keep up but fast enough that I was winded by the time we’d reached the northeast part of the city. The narrow alleys of the Huthala stretched out in front of us and I realized where Ben was taking us.
Dakin. The curse-knower.
“Does he know about poisons?” I asked my companion.
His grim reply didn’t give me much hope. “We’ll see.”
We raced down the slope into the sunken campsite. A warm fire crackled in the ring of stones and a ha
