Caelynn tossed in her bedroll, trying to find a position that passed as comfortable. No matter which way she turned, a pebble or dirt clod dug into her.
“Lynn,” a familiar voice whispered.
She sat up, “Jocelyn?” she whispered. “Where are you?” Frantically, Caelynn looked around the room they slept in. Adam faced the door, his back to her. Rhaine paced the room in measured steps. Everyone else slept.
“I don’t have much time. Just listen,” her sister’s voice was tired. “Acerack knows you’re coming. He’s told me I have to leave a trail for you to find. Please, sister…don’t follow it.” Pain crept into Jocelyn’s voice. “Leave me to my fate. If you come, he’s going to kill almost all of you. He’s made a deal with the Drow to hand over one of your friends. And…and…” her voice trailed off.
“What, Jo? Tell me!” Caelynn insisted.
“He wants to take you for his concubine, like he has me. Just stay away, Lynn!” Jocelyn screamed once, then went silent.
Caelynn started, the nightmare fading as fast as her heart pounded. Adam turned his head, looking at her with concern. Rhaine stopped mid stride, one hand on the mace hanging from her belt.
Waving off their concern, she laid back down. She’d tell Adam. Later. She still didn’t trust Rhaine or Savy enough to include them.
Besides, she might need Adam’s help to kill her sister. Whatever she was going through, death was going to be better if she couldn’t get her free.