One more task, and the hardest: Mikey. Her supplies out of sight in her rooms, including the cloth bag Hedda insisted was the standard food for fleetwalkers, Irenya made her way to his door. A guard let her in. Kael closed the inner door as well.
‘Message delivered? I was worried something had gone wrong.’
‘It did, in a way. Gedric opened his door when I slid the missive under it. Far from trying to dissuade me, he took me to the library and showed me the landmarks. They match your map perfectly.’
Mikey, in his nightshirt and half-asleep, perked up. ‘Hiya! You gunna stay here? Ya can have my bed. Why are ya wearing them riding clothes?’
‘No honey, not staying the night, but I do need to go away for a few days.’
His mouth drooped. ‘Can I come too?’
‘Not this time. Maybe another day.’
