Chapter Twenty
Jesepiah dragged Chloe through the back streets of Nauriel, never once pausing as she doggedly trudged on.
Chloe spared glances at the groups of unsavory characters they passed, all seemingly oblivious to their presence as they wove between them, continuing to run toward their destination.
The moon shone brightly overhead. With every step, Chloe learned to trust Jesepiah, taking deep lungfuls of clean air and appreciating the wind on her face. It had only been two weeks, and she knew that technically the wind wasn’t real, but oh, how she had missed it.
Finally, Jesepiah turned them both down a narrow alley, then knocked three times on a wooden door and made a strange sound in the back of her throat that reminded Chloe of the birds that used to roost on the guardrails of
