Chapter Fifteen:They still lived. Nothing had attacked nor approached the circle of light the torch provided. They were at an impasse.
Dandelion whispered, “Should we run?” After her capture and torture in the temple, she’d lost her nonchalant, djinn-may-care attitude. If this was where her story was meant to end, she planned on going out in a flash of deadly glory.
Soupbone shook his head. “Doubtful you could make it to safety.”
Of course he was right. Even with the added motivation from being chased, Dandelion had no chance of outrunning anything more dangerous than a crawling infant. “Any idea who or what that might be?” She started working through magical options in her head. Each thought only came up empty. She was desperately in need of time to rest and recover from her wounds. Wi
