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The priest shuffled back to the door, his belt of sea creatures rustling as he walked. “Bring them,” he said, leaving without a backward glance.
“Wait, we’re—”
One of the tribesmen cuffed Sienna around the head as she blurted out the words. She fell to the floor.
Finn surged forward but two other men held him back. The tribesmen laughed, talking to one another in a language Mila couldn’t understand. But she got the gist of it. There was no way these people were letting them go.
The tribesmen pushed the Mapwalker team out onto the boardwalk in front of the hut. Dusk had fallen and the sound of bullfrogs echoed over the lake in the balmy evening. Clouds of insects hovered above the water and fish jumped to catch them from below while swifts darted down to pluck them from the air. Boa
