After silently following Zahori through what I’d already started calling the grand palace, weaving through endless corridors and making several twists and turns, we finally came to a stop outside a large sitting room.
Paintings of wolves lined the walls, while a massive flat-screen TV hung opposite a row of towering windows overlooking the world beyond.
“Wait here,” Zahori said as she headed toward a large set of doors. “I’m getting our rides ready.”
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the three of us.
“And don’t do anything stupid. The guards are right around the corner.”
With that, she pushed open the door and disappeared.
We listened as it clicked shut behind her before slowly turning to one another.
“So,” William said, a devious smirk spreading across his face, “what should we do
