"This must be from Umbra's husband," I stated, walking into Cindy's craft room.
"Raka," she informed me.
"I know the place," Cindy said without looking at the piece of paper, making it clear that the Cindys ran everything past her. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but until I learned how to use Khimar's powers, I guessed I couldn't do anything about it.
"How far is it from here?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended. The question felt small compared to the storm swirling inside me, but I needed something simple, something concrete to hold onto. My eyes traced the curling edges of the parchment in my hand, the coordinates glowing faintly like living veins of ink.
