Chapter 20:
Helena hated splitting the group, but for the moment she saw no other choice. Last time a small band of people separated from the group, it cost two lives and nearly started a war with Gin’s people. She didn’t want that to happen again. Lifting off to join the Russians, she watched as the idyllic country valley slipped below the ship.
She was off to meet the Barón de Aristot, another landed aristocrat. Helena was certain he would be an entitled ass with little of real worth to say. Just like she assumed Count Stroganov was.
The sun hung low in the sky. They only had to climb over the mountains, and on the other side of the valley, the castle clung to the cliff wall, or that was the information the captain shared with her.
As far as she could tell, the ridgeline of the range
