41. Zena

“Make this worth doing,” Cillian growled as I gripped my bow and arrow and fell into line with the other girls. Mask down, my breath hot on my face. I tried to be the same as everyone else. Letting Ansley set off, following my detailed instructions, I wasn’t surprised when Cillian confirmed to us all, “she can see the cabins.”

Padgett’s magic has failed. “The light is fading. It’s now or never. We sneak into the fields whilst they are drawn towards Zena.”

So whilst Ansely meandered her way, skittering around boulders, ducking into the cornfields, trying to avoid inevitable detection, the White Forest and Shadowlands groups split into two.

Heading east and west, the aim was to take them by surprise, charging at them from two sides when the moment finally came. In the carnage of battle, they wouldn’t know I was there. I can get to Padgett. Or maybe even Briss.

Working through the corn, I kept my head low. My instinct to check on Ansley would not help us right now. I need to blend. S