Kieran stormed out of the dungeon, his mind racing. Royal blood.???The Dead Marshes!!!Vance!!! The words kept playing in a loop in his head.
Could she really be there… and in the hands of monsters?
Every lead was a frayed thread, and he was clawing through the dark for just one solid grip. If only it was really her,he would not mind combing through the earth, again and again…but the disappointments and setbacks were killing him, slowly.
His chest burned…hope and dread twisting like knives.
Kieran turned the corridor toward the auxiliary wing, planning to get fresh gear and saddle up…he had already set up his mind that he was going to get this lead investigated as well…whether himself or send out secret scouts, he was still undecided.
He barely registered where he was walking until he collided with something solid. Literally rammed into someone.
