37 Philippe
The sun had set on the mountain over an hour ago. Shadows dance, leaving both Shauna and Philippe jumpy. But they hadn’t seen anyone or anything since Manon had ridden away. “Philippe, where do we go now? Everyone just says Fuegaste Peak, but they don’t say specifically where to go.”
He squints at the faint marking on the map in the dim light. “If we follow the mountain’s base and travel east, we should reach a path that travels up to the volcano’s observatory.” He moves the horses along, dreading each squeak the wheels make in the quiet night air.
A stick snaps in the distance, and they jump. Flames alight on his arm, licking up unchecked and eating away at his sleeve. “Damn it,” he says, beating it away. “Get down,” he whispers to Shauna.
“Lying down every time isn’t go
