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We returned to the horses and found Darda with one of her daggers drawn and her face tense. “I thought you would never return,” she commented as she handed us our reins. She raised her eyes to the canopy and frowned. “I have the feeling that we are not alone.”
“That would be the Sentinels,” Durion informed her as he mounted his horse.
Xander frowned. “So far from the city and during the daylight hours?”
“The explanations will have to wait for another time. We must hurry.”
Durion turned his horse in the direction of the city and took off at a fast gallop. We hopped on our steeds and followed him as well as our inexperienced horses could follow the fae beast.
I sidled up to Xander and ducked a low branch before I leaned toward him. “What are the Sentinels?”
“Creatures conjure
