Chapter Sixteen
DevastationRob sat hunched over the table. He had spent a lot of time here, too long in fact. The curled edges of the map cast elongated shadows across the worn parchment. His brow furrowed under the force of his concentration. He was normally so skilled with dream-scrying, he had even thought himself gifted. He had tried sleeping, tried focusing on his task as he drifted into slumber, but when he awoke there was nothing, silence, no internal voice giving him the answers he needed, pulling him towards the location he so fervently sought.
He dragged his hands through his hair in frustration, groaning aloud. He had to find her. He had to. His guilt weighed heavily. How he wished in this moment that Bray had left him to die. Understanding the consequences of his actions, th
