Then he took her hand.
“He’s moving.”
“For a map,” Lira cut in. “To the Unchained Springs. A place even the Empire’s brand can’t follow.” adventure of the outlawed tamer with beautiful explorers raw
Kaelen raised his branded palm. Vesper lunged, not at the vines, but into the center of their root cluster. The serpent sang —a low, subsonic thrum that made the vines go limp. Then it began to unweave them, not biting, but commanding . The vines curled back into the earth like shamed dogs. Then he took her hand