A scent hung heavily in the air. It was the beginning of a storm carried on the wind across the Fae inner barrier.
"I'm not certain for how long Lord Fintan can hold on." Neveah noted. Crouching down, her palm touched the earth, sensing the vibrations.
"The Fae has always existed with caution for the dark empire. The dark magic suppressing spell he cast can only hinder the crack from opening this long..."
"Lord João should have located the marker by now, but he hasn't made contact. It was my oversight to believe he would be swifter in a terrain more familiar to him."
"Do you think your trust in him was misplaced?" Jian asked,
Neveah shook her head slightly. "No. That look in his eyes when he saw the dead Fae guards...it was genuine."
"And if nothing else, I'm certain he now knows I didn't kill Diandre. But Keila did. He may choose to stand against us, but he will not stand by her."
