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She shook off the wandering thoughts and returned to Bosse.
He’d been in the first dream she’d had once she was inside this castle before she knew he even existed. When she had the same dream three times, she went hunting for him. The dream godmother had been otherwise stingy when it came to finding Rez inside this castle.
Once one of her clairvoyant dreams gifted her with information, it was up to her to act.
Based on what she knew right now, Bosse was the only one who could save Rez.
The dream had not included Alifair being rescued yet, but she hoped to find a way out on her own once Rez was safe.
Chapter 5
Krol left his guardsbehind for this trip. He could travel quicker alone, and the less anyone knew what he was up to, the better. He patted the neck of Cierna, a raven-black Dacian horse descendant and fit for a king.
The lean, muscular animal had been a gift from a local farmer who bred a few horses a year to sell and pull his wagons to market. He offered the best horse he owned and asked only for his family to be ignored.
An amusing request. Humans were funny creatures.
Krol accepted the equine gift, of course, which had been well-trained, and told the man he’d think about the request.
Bright spots of sun shooting through the leaves had dwindled in the past hour. He hoped to reach what ruins were left of another castle before dark. After traveling for two hours, he came upon a cemetery overrun by weeds due to neglect. Just past that point, he guided his mount off the beaten trail and wove his way through thick woods to approach the meet point from an unexpected direction. Another ten minutes later, he located the weed-encroached trail he and his pride once used to hunt prey near the ruins of another castle.
Those lions were gone.
They could not keep up with his ambition. Worse, the males complained like old women.
In fact, he killed them as easily as a group of old women.
They should never have angered him. Sadly, the females were killed in the bloodbath. Just as well. With all the shifters he continually acquired, he’d eventually find the perfect mate and queen for his castle.
His horse sidestepped, interrupting Krol’s mental wandering. He pulled up, pausing for a moment to study the area. The mage he’d been communicating with had sent word he was ready to discuss a deal and included directions to locate the abandoned castle atUhrovske Podhradie.
Krol chuckled at how he’d sincerely thanked the mage for directions. He knew this land well and chose his own path to arrive at the castle from a different direction. He avoided the dirt road normally taken.
Good place to be ambushed.
As if he’d trust anyone, especially a powerful magic maker.
