Chapter 85 : A Dream of a Prophecy

*Soren*

Mila’s scent got fainter the further I tracked it. The blood on the knife had been a good clue but the rest of her trail was almost impossible to follow.

We were moving along the edge of a forest, her scent coming and going.

“They must have been carrying her,” I muttered to myself.

The forest ran along Norwind’s border. Just as we crossed into the territory, her scent disappeared entirely.

I stopped dead and tried to reach out with the mindlink.

“Come on Mila, tell me where you are?” I begged through the link.

There was no response. I couldn’t sense her at all.

Dammit!

I’d gotten so comfortable with her, so used to her being there that I’d stopped having my men keep track of her and follow her. I’d convinced myself that I was all the protection she needed.