Destiny pushed them closer to the clan chief, and the urge to seek out the portal and flee gripped her insides. She sucked in the damp air. Just a little longer, a little more time in these dark tunnels. The least we can do to repay Laguz’s help is to share supper with the chief and answer whatever questions we can. “In here,” the lead guard said, waving them through a doorway tall enough for Wynn. Lia entered and her eyes grew wide. An enormous cavern sprawled in front of her, fluttering with activity. A table of gigantic proportions sat in the center of the room, surrounded by at least thirty high-backed chairs. The head of the table boasted the largest chair—a throne cushioned in red velvet with arms carved into the shape of claws. Lia smoothed her hand over the polished wood of the table. Da would appreciate the craftsmanship. Her chest tightened. Just a little longer, Da. Soon, you’ll be back in your woodshop creating another masterpiece. She swallowed over the lump in her throat and lifted her eyes to the grand walls.
