Page 67 of Stealing the Star Stone
He grinned.“Because it is.”
“So, what does it say?”
He ran his finger over the page.“Y’know, I’m starting to know some of these symbols.”
She shrugged.“You’ve been deciphering them.Practice makes perfect.”She tapped wavy lines.“Let me guess, ‘river?’”
“Life is in the motion, even when the path is not clear.”He snapped the book shut and handed it to her.“We’re to follow the river.I think this’s a man walking on water.As silly as that idea is, that’s my hunch.”
“Wait,” she said, lowering the bag to pull out the book with the cave locations.“We’re here.”She tapped the spot that looked like a convergence of rivers into a waterfall.“And if we follow the river, we land here.”At an irregular circle that resembled a lake name ‘Vael’Tir.’
“Shit, one of those islands, maybe?”
“Okay,” she packed away the book, “we have a direction.If all goes well, we’ll be swapped back by sunset.”
“Then we’ll worry about escaping this place without getting caught.”
She smiled.“Baby steps.”
Chapter Nineteen
The moon, Lethara
She kissed me!
Day Four.
ItwasakissEli hadn’t expected and hadn’t instigated.A miracle in his book.As Nova marched ahead, he recalled her lips on his, the softness and sheer thrill in every flick of her tongue.She’d dominated when he always took the lead.
“Hurry up, Thorne,” she yelled.
He frowned.“What happened to calling me Eli?”
“You’re not dying,” he thought he heard her say.
He broke into a jog, the rifle smacking his ass.“Think Frederik’s all right?”
“I hope so.”
“Yeah,” he hummed, clambering over a fallen tree while she just stepped over it.“I’m hoping he got in touch with Graham.We could do with backup.”
“I don’t think you’ve realized that if we’re stuck like this forever, you’re going to jail.”
“You’ll bail me out.”He grinned.“And vice versa.”
“Deal.”She tossed him a cheeky smile.“I don’t know what I’m going to do with all my millions of credits.”
He chuckled.“Billions.”
She stumbled.“No shit.Well, as tempting as all that is, I want my meager bank account back, thanks.”
“No craving for fame?”
She scoffed.“Nope.”
A familiar whir whipped his gaze to the sky.A black metallic object gleamed as it trailed them.
“Shit,” he muttered, catching the logo of a popular digital magazine.
