Chapter Twenty-Five
PreparationThe horses' hooves thundered across the plains leaving a cloud of dust in their wake. Their pace was as aggressive now as it had been nearly two hours ago at the journey's start. These stallions were no ordinary beasts, they belonged to the Collateral stables and had been bred for endurance and speed.
Rob and Bray knew there was one purpose to the Mystics' gathering. Amelia had said it herself, they were preparing a plan of their own, and they both feared they knew what it would be. The Mystics had been responsible for the sealing of Kólasi, so their intentions towards the tower were painfully clear. Bray shifted uncomfortably on his saddle wondering if Rob had come to realise they would not be as patient for their success as they had implied.
The horses'
