Landon
“What are you doing?” she demanded. Her straight black hair, light brown eyes and golden skin told me she was a northern whelp, probably a guard.
“I was just looking for my sister,” I said. She huffed.
“You mean Cosantora?” the guard asked.
It did not surprise me that Ameril was using a fake name. “Yes, please, my mother is worried about her.”
“Down the hall, third door on the right. She got here a few days ago and is staying with a friend of mine.” She ruffled my hair. “It’s kind of cute to see her little brother. You two look alike.”
She began to walk away before I could thank her, which was fine because I was in such a hurry. I couldn’t believe that it would be this easy. When I reached the door I took a deep breath. Gripping the handle tightly I sw
