Chapter FortyIt turned out, to my increasing alarm, the Mandolia Mountain was the same place I had hiked with Diggy not so long ago.
The moment Zantry flashed us to the foot of the hill, I hurried after Diggy and stepped in front of him. He stopped–it was either that or plow through me. “What? You owe me an honest answer, damn it.”
Diggy glanced at Zantry, his eyes guarded, hooded. I could see the mistrust in them even with them shadowed.
“What were you doing here that day?” he asked, the frigid look returning to his eyes.
His words were like a shock of icy water, dumped over me all of a sudden. I stepped back, realizing both men were hiding something. I never questioned Zantry his presence that day when Frizz and the band brought me out of the cave. Never asked Diggy why he'd sent me
