Chapter 50

Their hideout was buried deep in a maze of criss-crossing alleys. The den they inhabited was hardly more than a hole in the wall, located high above an old mining equipment factory. Jane’s minions had never stopped searching for them, but not once had they thought to look here.

Blaise slowed to a walk when they entered the large space, where all sorts of mining equipment lay spread out, abandoned for ages. All around were rusted pulleys, old carts, and walkways, gathering dust in the gloom. Stella looked around and waited.

“Is there anyone here?” Blaise asked, eyes sweeping the area and scanning for movement.

Stella frowned and gnawed her bottom lip. “There should be. Whenever I’ve been here before, they’ve had a sentry on watch to find me, so that they can take me to their hideout.”

“Maybe they’re thrown off by my appearance.” Blaise snorted. “I am rather large.”