Chapter Forty-OneWhen Taz paused in front of the warded entrance to the cave, I was sick to the stomach, even if somehow, I'd known we'd end up here. Instinct, or some bizarre ability to read my shadows?
I eyed the jagged s***h on the face of the mountain, half-hidden behind all the boulders scattered around, my stomach knotting and unknotting with anxiety. Not again, oh God.
Then my thoughts ran in a different direction. If I'd barely made it out of there, which I wouldn't have if Frizz and the band hadn't come to my rescue, how could an eleven-year-old? Would I find something left of her inside? Had Mwara's bones been lying among all the others, while I was injured and bleeding? And if I couldn't find anything left to prove my innocence, would I be condemned, no matter what I told the
