CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I whipped my head between their two tense faces. “Why is that a bad thing?”
Ros took a step toward Kay, and his voice was sharp. “You and I both know what’ll happen if they find us here! Show us which way to the cottage!”
Kay frowned. “Alright, but only because I don’t want to be picking your fishy flesh out of my teeth for the next moon.” He lifted a hairy arm and pointed in the direction over his left shoulder. “Go that way and follow the knots. You remember the ones?”
Ros nodded. “Yeah.” He hurried me over to a nearby root and shoved the plant into my hands. “Climb.”
His tense voice meant I brooked no dissent, and I hurried up the wall as quickly as I could. Ros pushed my butt up the last foot, and I scurried on my stomach over the top. He was right
