Odhran motioned for Marek to move closer. He did not move immediately. His legs were still stiff with fear. She waited. After a few seconds, he forced himself to take two steps forward.
Odhran's mind linked Elian again. "I have looked forward to this day. I have known someone like him wouod seek me out."
She tilted her head and studied Marek. "Who and where do you want to find in the Blighted Lands?"
Marek did not answer.
Odhran nodded slowly. "You have a split soul. You have a mate, but your soul belongs to another."
Marek pressed his lips together. He looked down at the ground. When he looked back up, his face was tight. "I need to find the one my soul belongs to in Drakwyne."
"Drakwyne," Odhran repeated.
"So what is your price?" he asked.
Odhran turned and started walking again. "I will have to think about it as we make our journey to the Mourning Peaks."
