Mist's Edge (The Broken Lands #2) - T.A. White Page 0,130
would have had to sleep exposed to the elements and any beast wandering by.
Reece dipped his chin as he stared up at her with a frustrated expression. She raised an eyebrow.
“If you two are done fighting, I’d like to get back to the matter at hand,” Fallon said in a mild voice. The only hint of impatience was in the way his horse shifted under him and pawed the ground, picking up on its master’s emotions.
“I told you a pathfinder has to find the entrance, or you risk getting a lot of people killed.”
Fallon bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile. “Good thing you’re not the only pathfinder here, then.”
All eyes turned to Shea. Reece looked at her with a considering expression.
He shrugged. “That could work.”
Shea sighed. “Tell me what I need to know so we can get this over with.”
Reece crouched and picked up a rock lying next to him on the ground. “Fine, get down here so I can show you what you’re looking for.”
Shea dismounted and handed her reins to Fallon before walking over to where Reece was drawing a symbol on the ground.
“You’re looking for this symbol.”
Shea recognized the swooping circle with the squiggly line bisecting it. “This is Lodi’s cavern.”
“Yup.” He gave her a cheeky grin.
“Why would you bring us to Lodi’s pass?” she asked in a scandalized voice. “You know this place is dangerous.” Not to mention unlocking it was a giant pain in the ass.
“What’s Lodi’s pass?” Fallon asked, coming to stand beside her so he could look over her shoulder.
Shea exhaled a gust of air. “It’s the least used of the caverns. No one takes it unless they’re desperate. There are things in there that don’t take kindly to strangers. It’s a real bitch to find, too.”
“And there’s your answer right there.” Reece stood and tossed the rock up, catching it as it came back down. “It’s nearly impossible to locate even if you’ve been through it before and the denizens don’t even allow pathfinders access all the time. Your Warlord and his army will have an impossible time trying to get back through it after this.”
“We’ll have a devil of a time getting through it this time too,” Shea snapped. “That’s if I can even find it.”
“Aww, does the great and wonderful Shea have a little self-doubt?” Reece sneered. “Too bad your Warlord refused to be reasonable, or I’d help you out.”
They both looked at Fallon. He stared back at them with a ruthless expression. Shea knew without asking that he didn’t plan on bending. He didn’t trust Reece as far as he could throw him, and Shea couldn’t say she blamed him. Reece wasn’t trustworthy under the best of circumstances. His role within the pathfinders almost demanded a bit of shiftiness, and since he’d first appeared, he’d seemed to be doing everything in his power to antagonize everyone around him.
“Can you do it?” Fallon asked, his gaze direct.
Shea pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve never come through here before. I doubt Reece even has, for all that he wants to make you think otherwise. All I have are the old stories to go by.”
Fallon nodded. “That’ll have to be enough.”
She sure hoped so.
*
Shea pulled herself up onto a rocky outcropping. She was dirty and sweaty, her shirt a different color in places. And she felt no closer to finding that damn symbol.
“See anything?” Trenton called up to her.
She leaned over the edge of her ledge. “Nothing yet.”
“Horse lords, girl. Stop leaning over things.” Trenton mumbled to himself, his voice carrying on the wind, “You’d think she had a death wish or something.”
After walking along the edges of the cliffs for a good hour, Shea had given up on finding the entrance below. Fallon’s men had continued to look while she decided to climb, hoping to spot something from above. As her guard and one of the few with experience climbing—something he’d gained while chasing Shea all over Airabel over the past few months—Trenton had been tasked with following Shea up the cliffs.
Shea leaned back and looked up. The clouds today were light and puffy, creating shapes that shifted and changed with every breath. It would have been the perfect cloud watching opportunity.
She sighed and looked back down. The Trateri were spread in a long line up and down the cliffs. She could just make out the faint sounds of voices below as they called back and forth to each other.