“Then let’s make haste. He could be just ahead,” said Andrew.
“Andromeda, does Zezil smell anyone else?” said Michael, face solemn.
Andromeda’s eyebrows raised in understanding, and she frowned. “No. He doesn’t smell Atalanta at all. Although, I’m not sure he knows what an elf smells like.” Her head twitched towards Aquila, as if he had whispered and she was trying to catch the words. She looked at him curiously. “Aquila doesn’t sense her.”
Felicity bit at her lip. “That doesn’t necessarily mean she’s dead, right? He could be holding her prisoner.&rdquo...
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