CHAPTER 93

The four of them strode in silence through the
trees. Down the ancient road to the salt mines.
It was the only place the scouts weren’t
watching.
Every step closer made her queasy, a slow
sweat breaking down her spine. Rowan kept
his hand gripped around hers, his thumb
brushing over her skin.
Here, in this horrible, dead place of so
much suffering—here was where she would
face her fate. As if she had never escaped it,
not really.
Under the cover of darkness, the mountains