CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Kate stalked the tribe of desert creatures the way she might have hunted deer with her cousins back in Ishjemme. The tracks were easier to follow though, in a broad wash of prints and scruffs, broken ground and dust in the distance. She could even feel their thoughts if she stretched her powers out, the cruelty and the thoughts of what they would do to those prisoners they did have all too easy to pick up on.
“I can’t leave them,” Kate whispered over the wind of the wastelands. She couldn’t abandon people to creatures like this, any more than she could have left the other children in the House of the Unclaimed. She might be a princess now, might have lost the gifts Siobhan’s fountain gave her, might have her own mission to find her parents, but she still couldn’t stand b
