The sky was flawless blue. How the hell did they know they were on the right path? It wasn’t that Sean didn’t believe in Dante’s abilities, but tromping all over mountain ranges didn’t seem like the straightest route to a runestone, which according to Maria, would hold a piece to the puzzle. Let’s just get the fuck off this mountain. They were switch-backing all over the damn place, never seeming to lose any altitude, and his wife was exhausted. Mere hours before, Evangeline had collapsed from the strain of the tremors, which were exacerbated by the physical demands of scaling a mountain. He watched her carefully choose her footing. He kept one hand at her elbow, prepared to grab her if she fell again. Why wouldn’t she let him carry her like he’d asked? And why the hell didn’t the other immortals see she needed to stop? They rounded a sharp bend, and Sean gave a rasp of relief. Below them, a village stretched across the valley. Hopefully the place boasted a bed for rent.
