Chapter 120: Following the Trail of Sugar
Elyn's POV
I had circled the same stretch of street more than three times.
By the fourth, I stopped pretending it was accidental.
Demons flowed around me in an unbroken current—horns, tails, wings, fur, scales—every shape imaginable brushing past as if I were nothing more than another stone in the road. Laughter burst from somewhere to my left. Music clanged and hummed and throbbed from hidden corners. The festival didn't care that I had lost two of the most dangerous beings in the realm.
Zorathys was gone.
Azerion was gone.
And I was standing alone in a territory I barely understood, surrounded by creatures who I suspected absolutely would not hesitate to take advantage of that fact if they realized it.
I stopped in the middle of the street.
Someone hissed in annoyance as they had to swerve around me. A wing clipped my shoulder too, but I didn't care.
Think, Elyn.
