CHAPTER 23

Elide had never seen such a place as
Doranelle.
The City of Rivers, they called it. She’d
never imagined that a city could be built in
the heart of several as they met and poured
into a mighty basin.
She didn’t let the awe show on her face as
she strode through the winding, neat streets.
Fear was another companion that she kept
at bay. With the Fae’s heightened sense of
smell, they could detect things like emotion.
And though a good dose of fear would aid in
her cover, too much would spell her doom.