The further we moved away from the ravine, the more I could feel the pressure of the Seer’s words clinging to me.
I didn’t fully understand what she meant. How could it not be forced? I had to go after Scott. I had to find him before Wiltz could twist him any further, before whatever dark influence was pulling on him had its way.
Eve, for her part, seemed to sense the change in the air. She’d been on edge ever since the cryptic woman dropped her bombshell, and I could see the tension in her posture as we walked. The glint of her blades in the dim light reflected her unease, but she kept her thoughts to herself. For now.
“Where are we headed, exactly?” she asked, her voice cutting through the silence.
“North,” I said firmly, trusting my instincts. The bond I had with Scott was like a faint pulse under my skin, guiding me forward. “The trail is getting stronger. We’re getting close.”