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My pulse quickened as I whipped my head to Asher. “That sounded like a child!”
“Virginia!” The cry came from a distraught woman. “Where are you?”
Asher and I dashed in the direction of the cry. The baths had been mostly empty so we were one of the few people to appear on the path. One of those people was Sir Griffin, who was strangely without his entourage.
His face was pale as he looked at us in bewilderment. “What was that noise?”
“Somebody help!” a man’s voice shouted.
We rushed past the bewildered Griffin and up to the stone steps to a path on the left. We ran down the winding trail and reached the pool, but the water was empty. However, a pair of wet footsteps led into the woods on the opposite side of the pool from where we stood. Their long strides told me they’d be
