Chapter Seven
Duvät Gok Finds Mirashael
Duvät glanced nervously over his shoulder. Since leaving Lucaät of Faytha, his neck had prickled constantly. The same feeling had plagued him during the incident at the building site – faint but detectable.
‘You were lucky, my friend,’ the stranger had said, but far from putting him at ease, the glint of those eyes stayed with him like a dire foretelling.
Was someone spying on him? Did they know about his purse from Lucaät? Well, if they did, it was safe in Qalān and he would never give it up!
He ducked down a side street, flattened himself against the wall and waited. His heart beat fast. A lone bird clack-clack-clacked in the heat. After several moments pressed against the cool stone, no one had followed. Cautiously, he extended his senses. No
