The Old One’s gaze shifted to Travis. “You have done well. You may go now.”
Horror filled her—and fury at Travis’s betrayal. She watched dumbstruck as he and the civet stepped through the gateway and were gone in a flash of blue-white light.
Her face an impassive mask, Aislinn turned to face Regnol and stared into his whirling, alien eyes. He already had her. There was no reason not to make eye contact. “Where are you taking me?” She forced a bravado she was far from feeling.
“Where else?” What passed for Lemurian laughter rasped like a saw blade attacking metal. “To Taltos.”
The End