CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Thiefs got to eat too
I spent the next morning scouting the surrounding areas. I could see a small village from a hilltop not far from my cabin, but since I wasn’t familiar with the Oblivion’s geography, I had no idea which.
I hoped Max and Mr. Grey were safe, that they’d both healed. I wondered if the Celestial had taken them to the Hether—and then I wondered what the Hether was.
Reeves had said it was in the Outer, but Max had said many compounds had been destroyed. Surely the people in the Hether would have stopped such destruction? They would have known if they’d been invaded.
It didn’t make much sense, not one bit. And what was my part in this? Why did everyone seem to think I was important? That I was a Milleu? And what on earth was a Milleu?
My stomach growled
