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As much as Adi loved the university town, she was getting sick of traipsing up and down the path to the Old Bridge. Past the tourist shops packed with cutesy Black Forest clocks that no self-respecting German would ever buy, the gaudy “I Love Heidelberg” T-shirts and tacky souvenir pens.
It was still early, but already groups of Asian tourists milled in the streets, dressed in ubiquitous canvas hats and shorts. Adi smiled briefly when a tiny lady swirled an umbrella over her head, gathering the group to her like a mother hen with her chicks.
Adi passed them quickly, driven by her fear for Honi. Her hand clutched her amulet, her thumb rubbing the wolf’s head unconsciously. She knew how strong the queen was, how ruthlessly she used her power against her enemies.
Adi had encountered he
