Chapter 12I shut my mind down so that we weren’t so easy to find, my face pressed up tight to the rock in front of me, Lothar’s shoulder against my shoulder as we huddled there in silence. It felt much like we were two apples preparing to get bobbed.
“What now?” I mouthed to my cousin.
He lifted his head and scrunched his nose. “Not enemy,” he mouthed back, then pointed to said nose. “Smell.”
I did just that, and, strangely, as if things could get any stranger than they already were, I smelled a rather familiar scent. After all, I’d been surrounded by it as of late. And so I again opened my mind, my thoughts tendriling out, looking for something to grab a hold of, or someone, as was the case.
Who’s there? I asked, readying myself to run or to fly, just in case.
I heard a chortle in my
