Ashlynn leaned back in the pool of warm, lavender-scented bath water and allowed herself to float.
The trip from Lothian to the Vale of Mists had taken longer than it felt like it should have. More than once along the way, she'd been tempted to throw herself into Nyrielle's arms to be carried away on dark, feathered wings. For just a few days, she wanted to escape it all and let the world catch up to her instead of feeling like she was constantly racing to stay ahead of the world.
They'd never found Valeri Leufroy before they left Lothian City. Perhaps they never would. Perhaps some slighted servant had turned on their master now that the old order had ended and his body had been dumped into the River Luath. Perhaps he'd actually found a way out of Lothian City that no one had been able to block.
