Chapter Four:
Without the sun overhead, Morgan had no way of distinguishing the passage of time. The best she could do was make a tick mark on her staff’s hilt before she laid her head down to sleep.
The caverns themselves made tracking time near impossible. The path shifted from a tunnel hewn from the live rock, just inside the doorway where they escaped the attack at the lake, to natural caverns for a good portion of the second sleep period, to quarried-stone dry-fit passageways. The past day, they traveled inside a wet cave, complete with spikes hanging from the ceiling and jutting from the floor.
Now they rested among the spikes and boulders that littered the floor of the substantial natural grotto. “Where is Kai?”
Morgan wasn’t sure why she asked after the healer. He’d been nothin
